Bullying - The morning after

Saturday 8 o’clock
I can’t tell if it’s raining
Ranginui and Papatuanuku
have come together during the night
Her mist, his cloud – one
The sons have not woken and pushed them apart
(Unlike our daughter who pulls me up to get
chocolate milk, cornflakes, turn on the TV)
There is no lagoon to be seen
Until I am at its edge
Everything is wet
Even the air
But it is not raining
I am happy to have the world
and me
removed from view this morning
Be pushed inwards
to focus only
on running
home

© June 2009