Paul O‘Kane 2026

Because our home is small

I have acquired the art

Of making breakfast

In near silence

Afraid of waking my partner

Sleeping close-by

Still, at times

Frozen berries ring

Into a porcelain coffee cup

Water trickles on a steel sink

A glass jar knocks when placed on a shelf

And all the while

My sandalled feet

Pad back and forth on boards

Even these pages

Scrape as I turn them

And then the pen clicks in its lid

Proclaiming that

The morning’s work is done