Toying with thoughts of shards, clay painting and teacups.
Wondering what you would do if you had the space.
Longing for silence and noise at the same time.
Alet says the boys are playing with
golf clubs
My fear of their hurt makes me
run out.
Now I’m back, but the thought is lost.
It’s raining and the stuff must come in off the line.
I wonder when Dwight will be home
so we can open that bottle of wine.
Habits return quickly.
Posted 28 July 2006, www.annisnyman.co.za, author: Anni Snyman