I'm sitting in the garden wondering

About that other world where

I would be going somewhere,

Doing something,

Being with somebody.

Or is it okay to sit alone

In a garden, drinking tea?

Listening to birds as they fuss

Over sleeping arrangements.

Seagulls and pigeons

Perform a final fly past

Hoping for a bite of supper.

Jackdaws proudly straddling

Chimney pots.

Behind me a fence.

Behind the fence a child

Loud but respectful.

The mother soft and obliging,

Oblivious to my witness.

Urgent sirens call in that other world.

A bee in the honeysuckle.

Sun slips behind rooftop.

Still a glory of light in the sky.

Is it okay to sit alone,

At peace in a garden?

Is it enough?