not saying much

there are certain people
who make you feel at ease
even when you share silence
in the confines of shared space

they people your silences
with their unsaid words
and oddly enough

you miss their share of silence
in your silent solitude

an orange ball in the laundry bin
and a green one in my left shoe
a little pink dolphin stuck on my remote
and a blue penguin on the kitchen cupboard

the fridge smiles like a battle scarred veteran
its face pock marked by letters
as if someone splashed
alphabet soup all over it

little giggles in my book case
and impish grins in the wardrobe
my house is invaded by
childhood

and so is my car
with the biscuit crumbs in its
un-hooverable depths
and muddy footprints on the back of my seat

as I clean up the last mess
and wait for the next
I pause to send a grateful thought
to the great beyond
for the irreversible entropy
of parenthood

perspective

Next time your computer freezes, you have a choice:

either get angry and frustrated
OR
compose a little haiku

this is my version:
'the naughty little hourglass
does cartwheels...
as my desktop meditates'

I know it isn't saying much, but it helps me get through the day...