The nine year old wants to sleep
with my hand pressed against her lips.
We’re all sick of each other,
the beginning of January and the
school holidays stretch on and on,
somewhere over the hill a dog is barking.
Use it. Write what you know:
sleepless children, the struggling lawn,
neighbours in their houses, bottles of wine,
bins overflowing on the road, news of a church wedding,
your father’s failing health.
The dogs bring news of life from the other side of the hill.
Write that too:
There's more than this,
and this is so much more.