In the house
Which has shrunk overnight,
We jostle each other
Crowding thoughts.
Though I have provisions
And a determined positive attitude,
It seems I have left myself
Outside.
A self, dwelling in car drives,
Busy errands,
Time in my head,
Space to think.
For now I am Other
Squeezed between rhythms,
Hoping to find myself
Squashed in a corner.