Judy Brown
We Get Up at Four
We get up at four, sticky from sleep,
so Colin can get to the market.
When he has gone, I realise it’s raining.
The tube of indigo watercolour is almost empty
which shows how bad the weather has been this summer.
At Waterloo Station, the platform indicators flap and ruffle.
Trains leave and arrive. At home, email piles up silently
like snow. In town it’s so hot, the smell of waffles
fills every crevice.
Storms can sour milk, but ours is always cool and sweet.
Colin comes back, his yellow fleece soaked. He strides up
and down the lounge,
electricity clicking like silver castanets from his fingers.
My paperbacks rustle as he goes by. Soon it will be Autumn.
We go to bed at nine, diving into sleep in half-light,
so Colin can get to the market.
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