WHO IS HE?

A WOMAN AND HER APPROACHING MADNESS

Your husband stands
by the window, his tall,

thin frame is turned
from you, he is looking

at the fields beyond
the garden, the low

window that he looks
through makes his

mild stoop worse.
You gaze at him

with a mixture of
mild interest and

a vague knowledge
of who he is and

what he is doing there.