Friday and Saturday Children

 

Writing in a cube

 

Whose walls are

Translucent

I can make out movement

Maybe I make a noise

You can see enough

To know someone is in here

 

We’re claustrophobic, so

We can’t stay at this long

How about

We take down the walls

No one sees through, really

Works through, anyway

 

Maybe we could re-make them into floors

Or doors, the kind that come in

Halves so that there’s a shelf

To lean on

While we converse about

The new day

 

Invitations follow

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay