Anna Couani #201 domestic

I often think about the domestic

remember the feeling of someone at home

and have been the someone at home

when on leave from work

the way the house smells

the way it feels to come home

a pot of soup bubbling on the stove

warm yellow light from outside

one house can seem so large

all those corners gathering dust

the washing on the line

someone might be upstairs

the cat curled up in a ball

heaters on especially on freezing days

cups of tea and home made biscuits

tins especially for that purpose

that feeling of home and work

all curled up and cozy together

gumboots at the back door

snug office chair at the computer

big brown autumn leaves in piles that crunch

a curl of smoke from the neighbour’s chimney

the outside light on filtering through the trees

and now when the split life isn’t so double

all patted down and next to a cushion