We woke to a wallpaper of sunlight
we had no curtains, no bed
just a mattress, some sly blankets
and tadpoles of drying paint.
We had no bed sheets, no carpet,
just dustsheets sprawled on floorboards
with splinters testing our feet.
We woke to church bells on the hour,
each hour. The house gathering colour
changing with our fingerprints.
In time we left nothing bare
the walls spinning with murals of cloud,
stars, the moon, wedged in a baby’s room
while our tiny son lay swaddled in your womb.
February 14th 2013