the world has grown small –
just these walls
and some screens but it seems
the world has grown massive
impassive
two hours and forty-five minutes away is now
a year and I fear
it will continue to grow
ever slow
ever swallowing small moments we cannot retrieve
The world has grown quiet.
And by it
I feel l’ve lost you even though
I know
you are twenty-six blocks away
I miss
the clink of your coffee cup on my kitchen counter
small voices squabbling over toys
mottled boys
people noise
Mama's Midlife Crisis 