2021

In the house that me and my mother have built
I wake up early and she's in bed early
(and sometimes she puts down her burdens at night)
And sometimes I start my work well before light.

The clockwork rails underscore my feet and hers
(we don't quite have to face each other just yet.)
We can hold all the laters at bay for a bit.
The midmorning sunlight is bright where we sit.