Your quickening has been a murmuring
in the next room that I have approached step by step
uncertain if at first that sound was human;
this nudging could have been a consonant
that slow wave rolling through me towards sleep –
As I inch towards the door
murmur shapes itself into a human voice,
a voice in the next room.
Soon I will make out your words
and listen to what you have to tell me.
© Sarah Day