My Brooding Wife

Haven’t heard from her for two days.
She’s quiet, and I am
Making do with her brief messages
Asking me to send my pics.

In these quiet moments,
In her confident pauses,
I know–I can feel,
An expansion of her will
Assessing herself and her place,
Whom she wants to be, and
How she wants her life,
In the imagined future–our future,
Restless that she can’t be that way
Already, in the here and now.

My wife.

Featured image: Brooding Woman by Paul Gauguin (1891).

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