You are a God of small  things.

Snapped shoe laces, the sticking utensil drawer

Outreaching arm over the cold side of the bed

Watching the bus you’re meant to be on go by

(and the one after that)

Siren chaser, conflict avoider, the job I don’t want to go to much today

What I needed to bring and forgot,

What I wanted to say but didn’tplaydough people

(the stupid thing I say instead)

You – in my fears, real or imagined

You – my consolation and my comfort

You – there always in all things


Talitha Fraser