So far now

The sun going down beneath a shelf of cloud, highlighting redbrick
and copper roof of Bird Avenue Church on its way out.
It has been hot and the people wear t-shirts
returning home. In this cooling sleep-washed suburb
they close their windows and houses exhale barbeque smoke and fabric softener.

Almost beautiful evenings, here and often
cultivate within me a most quiet anger
that I cannot decide tomorrow
and have all the time in the world.

Ellen Higgins studies European Studies at Trinity College Dublin and writes when she needs to. Her work has previously appeared in Kissing Dynamite Poetry Journal, Crossways Literary Magazine and The Piranha: Trinity's satirical newspaper.