Where you’ll find me


Where you’ll find me.

I’ll be in the middle distance, concealed behind the washing on the line.
I’ll be in the half-light of the quiet kitchen buying myself two minutes before I turn the light on.
You can see me, but only if you look in the liminal spaces. This is where I hide, when I am trying not a lose myself to the mothering.
Softly breathing so I do almost fade out, completely still so you can’t hear me.