Tyres reverberate as the bike makes a screeching stop,
gate creaks as rusty hinges are pushed inwards slow,
gravel crunches beneath the striding heavy weight,
a thud as shoes are dropped onto the cement floor,
keys jingle as they are pulled out from the pocket,
wind chimes tinkle as his hand turns the knob on the door.
A crash as heavy school bag misses the cushioned chair,
glug and gulp as icy cold water sloshes down his throat,
a thump before he pushes open the bedroom screen,
heart misses a beat as amidst sleep and awareness I float,
a voice between a rasp and a whine, “You’re home early.
I’m hungry. Come, prepare something delicious for us both.”
5 May 2008