Well, you’d cautiously say, you’re ahead of the rat
race with this today approach; mail read, washing
grumbling to completion, loaf of Lauke bread near
kneaded to indecent perfection, sure - in a bread-
maker, but you measured right; - & there’s time to
sit back reflecting what you have already in sight,
fulfilled on a cooler Autumn morning - tho’ getting
warm’s complicated - the chilled air doesn’t really
Freeze as much as council you avoid any breeze
occasionally ruffling extremities: none-the-less its
a hint to don woollen sox and shoes; hanging out
the washing in ugg slippers’s ranked as an errant
stupidity - yet you’d do it lucidly to keep cosseted
feet at ease, despite the doozie mess it makes
Then the optometrist call to see whether glasses
have arrived, a yes; but they’d dialled my mobile
despite being told of non-reception out this way -
&, sorry mate - hadn’t recorded the land-line, but
gee what can you expect living in a hole as black
as th’ Creek; & now that mailbox foray in the Ute
Because we’re too tired after walking the dogs to
the hilltop and back; nobody’s gonna take a poke
any rate ‘cause th’ freight delivery van’s hove into
view with case of wine you half expected - so we
appear to be on the right track & come what may
perhaps you’ll sleep baby-like in dreams tonight
© 25 May 2014, I. D. Carswell
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