The spin of wheels
Vibrates the neighbourhood.
Optimism veers
As wings breeze an empty feeder
And dogs howl for love.
The suburban heroes
Have fled for work,
Leaving behind
Newborns and cracking tiles.
Mothers rock bundles
Before nursing their contracts.
I see you in the baby.
The glamour of earthly residence:
We share moon and sun,
Feel warmth on our skin
Picking grapes and berries.
Dreams stain the labels
Of beer and wine bottles
Breaking over granite.
Expectations rise with light.
We hear ourselves
Only when someone cries.
