In this moment…
Everyone is asleep.
It is midday. Saturday. Chaos is not reigning.
Outside rain pounds the pavement.
The dogs are indoors. Asleep.
Both babies dream.
A poorly husband, rarely ill, gone upstairs to nap, is fast asleep.
He will be cross I didn’t wake him. It is rare he sleeps. He needs this.
I am awake.
I am awake and living vicariously through Guy Martin, watching him attempt take the World Record on the Wall of Death.
I watch him risk his life. I am safe behind a red LLBean quilt. Eating sausage casserole. Planning tea and a scone.
All in a moment.
(Inspired by Eavan Boland poem ‘This Moment’. What I have splattered out is not meant to be a poem!)
I set a little challenge now. Why don’t you read the poem and describe your own moment in time? Please tag me!
If you like!