Saturday, 1 September 2012
Coffee, black as a final No
vibrant potential cries out – go!
Milk, mysterious as falling snow,
tipped and turning, says – hello!
Up to my mouth, a steaming brew;
lippy little liquid - suck, suck, thank you!
Turning away, I look at the sky;
old kitchen table, doorway, goodbye!
Lively as a hare, I plant three trees:
omelet, a little plate, yes, yes, please.
Terrible, the pathway from kitchen to lake;
fall down a pothole, my mistake!
Down on my knees, I clean up the mess,
cross another river with a great big Yes!