Domestic Contentment Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Domestic Contentment
Here I sit
Hidden in my kitchen.
Safe from the world.
Safe from myself.
If I focus on grocery lists
And simple chores
I can push away
More urgent work.
My body is aging,
My memory failing,
My ambition waning,
Why not retire?
Into smaller spheres.
Into narrower concerns.
Into stabler relationships
With people more like me.
But then what is to come?
Day after day of the same?
Friendly faces espousing familiar opinions?
Novels whose pages blur into one hazy tale?
This passivity cannot last.
This disinterest must give way.
Something will reignite my pilot light
And spur my reengagement with the wider world.
But not today
With the cold rays of the winter sun
Shining slantwise through my shutters
And the wind as still as a basking cat.
I will play along with the illusion.
I will not let on that I know the truth.
For as long as the world holds its precarious pose,
I will remain frozen in this picture of domestic contentment.
Interesting evocative muse with awesome twists of phrasing and metaphor. Wow basking cat' and yeah poetess switch on that pilot light, liked the way u put it. Kudos. U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too titled 'pay a visit to a riverbank'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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