Now is now
Next time is next time
Now is now
I watched a film last night with the love I’ve known for years and two loving friends who not long ago, were strangers.
Today, sitting in the new back garden, legs crossed, toes cold, there are old weeds and crumpled leaves dangling from my frayed felt slippers.
Perfect Days
The wind chill wanders, it dances around you
The sky is masked and grey
When each plant you see is curious and wild
It is a perfect day
The bread you toast is burnt, is stale
The plate you love slips and breaks
When you touch the edge of each broken piece
It is a perfect day
The possum in your wall is stirring
He wakes you in the night
When you hear him sigh and curl his tail
It is a perfect day
Next time is next time
Now is now