An Untitled Poem

One Day

I looked around;

and there was no small pocket

to put myself in.

Everywhere my life was too full

to find a needed emptiness;

to rest as the sun shone down it's joy.

I want a square flannel corner;

for the small brown mouse

I used to carry to school in my shirt.

Whose tiny furry movements

first began to stir a feeling of love

in my still unopened breasts .

- Glinda Johnson-Medland