& walnut bread ‘n you’re ready for anything - tho’ a
more rational assertion might be the two thirds that
remain - measured in bite-sized pieces, if y’ please,
and a coffee on the side but we’ll happily negotiate;
it is a magnificent way to begin the first ‘official’ day
of our newly occasioned retirement; she’s watching
TV, Bonanza I guess, while I’m abed writing a quiet
Contemplative poem linking the bits and pieces into
a mosaic of musings; we had seen it coming I think
an earlier confusion of sleeplessness suggested it -
rousing at 3am isn’t natural as taking a midday nap,
or is that juxtaposition missing an apposite; to wake
early you’d need sleep naturally a bit in-between
But its harder to stay alert and awake at work when
juggling the gravity of being seen nodding off; its an
affect like yawning when the boss is into boring you
with motivational synergy; needless to say it’s not a
recommended ploy - unless you’re on the threshold
of the pensionable age of universal retirement
And that’s precisely where we’re at …
© 5 November 2015, I. D. Carswell
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