Daily Routine

i write the restless word for you
that is no secret
but what i wish to say is hidden from view
amongst childish strains of laughter
escaping daylight gravity
i circle round for a better view

soft skies follow
and green grass calls
but it is hope that pulls me here
i picture myself as independent
free from the menace and sway that threatens to swallow down all that is being begun, delivered anew

i picture you soft and careless
dropping minutes as you move
and if you arrive open
will you close the door behind you?
and bring fresh flowers to place beneath my bed
it is as certain as sunday
or the scrawl on my walls

mother herself will place the shawl on your shoulders
and the sea will carry you home
in the warm rush of a wish
i write the restless word for you
that is no secret