school day

As she readies her children for school

a mother channels her inner shrew.

Neighbours set their clocks by the early rumblings.

Lost homework,

screeching and tears.

The buildup.

A slow one–two-three count to ten

before a sit-down lecture falls on deaf ears.

The shout to put shoes on signals time to go.

 

In the silence after the storm,

after these crises of miniature proportions,

I imagine her breath slowing,

as a still descends

and the steam from her quiet cup of coffee rises.

 


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