Outside the rain
listens
to the soft splutter
of a paint roller
moving slushily
from tray to wall
wall to tray
turning the world
to a bright baby pink
for what will be
our nursery.
This for today
is: Plan A.
The longed for baby
now merely
a twinkle
in my eye.
We get on
with the business of today.
Somehow
your roller
(don’t - ask me how)
misses the wall
