Elsewhere
The slip-slopping of her slip-slops
filled the kitchen
while I sat, listened, waited,
and then the lounge
and the kitchen again,
slip-slop-slip-slop...
The passage was filled momentarily
and then the room adjacent,
and the passage again,
slip-slop back into the kitchen,
and I did not wait anymore.
Into the lounge again,
now no slip-slopping, just her voice.
I could not discern her conversation,
it was distant,
now ended dispassionately.
Again slip-slop-slip-slop to and fro',
further from me.
2nd April 1997
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