Sitting still with coffee
Cooling nearby
Watching flowers busy being flowers
Suns shadow extending halfway across grass
A waterfall constructed of stones
And piping
It’s gentle babble obscured by
Double glazing.
A sip of coffee
Luxuriant liquid
Spilling down eager oesophagus
A shift of position
Was there ever a greater joy
Than time unspooling
Without supervision or note
Moments unmattered
Or bothered by force
Of schedule.
