She wanted a little baby for company:
But she saw the answer in his eyes,
Like a load of laundry souring in the wash.
So she went out back into the yard
To confide in the squirrels.
Sometimes there were things to watch –
The solidarity of working ants,
A new family of magnolia buds.
Other days she closed her eyes
And tried to forgive
The commiserating song of the mourning dove.
She had hours before he would appear
Annoyed from inside the doorway.
And what exactly was she doing
Out back by herself again? Just
That night in bed she watched him
From across a thousand lukewarm seas
And thought of this place that was his
Month after month – Where
She was nothing,
In the middle of the day.