It's Still Life

This one may become the opening poem for a Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge chapbook.

Domestic Constellations

I look at my husband,

smile

as if this were still
a beginning.

He has views.
He is Danish.

A Viking
in modern synthetics

creased into the armchair
with his newspaper,

dry as kindling,
sparking only
when it suits him.

We make
an unlikely map:

married in six months,
forty-six years deep.

Not biography,

this is myth
with its boots off,

elbows on the table,

devotion
weathering
its own walls.

We are warmth and dryness,
wit and stoicism,

my tea

and his long rustle
of newsprint,

English rain
against Nordic granite.

We are

a thousand small conversations,

held,

and not lost.

Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: seed.

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