In my mind's eye

I am standing
At the sink
In the darkened kitchen
The dishes are done
The full moon rises
Over the ridge
Washing the fields
In cold light
The trees
Make black shadows
You're sitting in the other room
With our son
Watching American actors
Chattering in German
Which only I didn't understand
Entschuldigung
Es tut mir sehr leid

Leave the dishes till morning

Curl up and read
The temperature's falling
How much sleep do you need
The covers are calling
Chocolate is warm
The wine glass is empty
This is called home