(ix the hermit)
once i was a suburban housewife.
days filled with shopping. zumba. the kids.
life dull as a newly sharpened knife.
i used to do endless blue sky days.
driving in my car past the country
club with pink floyd on the radio.
wistful willows waving. sure that my
life could never get better than this.
yet here i am on this snowy plain
in the middle of the vast nowhere
of my brain. mountains. mountains. mountains.
you do not understand. this is not
how i am. let the cold comfort me
now. please. let the cold comfort me now.
© polly macdavid