behind the rustling of cereal boxes
the scraping of a chair on wood
the clatter of spoons and determined footsteps
between the notes of the neighbours dog
barking to be let in
the starting and driving of cars
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
and hear the love that’s always there
just even for a moment
just even for a moment.