I was there
When you, probably for the first time in your life,
admitted what later ensnared you.
You said, I don’t want to be a suburban mum,
And the thought of being trapped in some domestic setting
was as ridden of life as the word “domesticated” itself.
It was late in the night,
perhaps late enough to talk the way you did.
I’ll never forget you nodding along in quiet and sincere approval
to my suggestion -
our lives are like houses
sinking further every time
yet we refuse to vacate, because we own them.
Years on, yes, you own your life.
You live out the discontents of your suburban hang-ups
by travelling the world, across the globe and through the globe
your house keeps sinking.
