Rowed my way across a sea of appointments
only to take on water.
I did a search, my favourite tune
is no longer available.
Paid a wiser woman to prescribe for mindfulness
dosage not to be sneezed at
only to find a full mind it’s just nasal congestion.
At the demonstration
streets bubbling with indignation
so right we were puerile
the chant was simple
why did I forget the words?
Climbed a mountain
on TV, just like
I was really there.
Dug down into the garden,
disgruntled tubers reclodded,
gestured look up though the sky was full of worries.
My peace is a work in progress.
