Sometimes on a sunny day, early, 

earlier than the busses,

before the traffic around my house

has time to make me reach

for the radio news, and

look day straight in its face.

Sometimes I search out from under

the debri of tasks ahead that have me sighing-

at folders of forms and issues to confront.

Sometimes with the back door open,

accepting the light to pool on the wall, 

and floor, and fresher air to stare.

I this time 'heck' it and

find Coltrane and Ballads 

and coffee and gaze and

now I think of her.

 

25 July 

words and foto T Carroll