Friday, September 13, 2013

In the afternoons

In the afternoons, when
the children are playing
at a neighbor’s, she sits
in the screened-in porch,
seeking what little breeze
there is without the flies
and mosquitoes, and stares
at the smooth cement
floor. The tears form
at the interior of her eyes,
but no one is there
to notice.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Rick Dawson said...

Many years ago now, after a friend had told me "Of course you can't get past this - you're depressed" in a casual, matter of fact way, I sat alone on the deck in the back yard and stared for hours. Finally someone had named what it was I was suffering from but couldn't own up to. This, if not a classic description, sure seems to tag up with what I felt that day.

Thanks, Glynn!

diana said...

Beautifully spare - and I love the photo with it. Wow.

SimplyDarlene said...

[yikes. i posted a comment but it got eaten by the "Whoops there was an error" blogger machine.]

anyway - the image is really great - especially when one clicks it for an enlarged version.