Somewhere
behind the rustling of cereal boxes
the scraping of a chair on wood
the clatter of spoons and determined footsteps

Somewhere
between the notes of the neighbours dog
barking to be let in
the starting and driving of cars
morning music

Somewhere, it’s here
somewhere, if you can catch it
just for a moment

Not the humming of the dishwasher
not the banging of cupboards,
between all of that…..

Step into the space between
your ears
your head
your brain
and hear the love that’s always there

just even for a moment
just even for a moment.

(c) Abby Wynne 2013