another sunday morning, up before dawn trying to be more than a dim receiver the signal arrives a little stronger some days more than others but it doesn’t come at all if I don’t seek it out on a pavement somewhere early on a Sunday morning at the very least. »
managing to leave in my preferred time-period I avoided the brutishness of peak-hour public transport and found my calmest moment: standing in the kitchen cat underfoot cooking an unadventurous but not too unhealthy dinner for one in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. »
stuck in between moments a few minutes at a bus stop having walked for miles it’ll be longer than you think just wait be patient things will happen as they should. »
so much death in this suburb a crow and later, a cat in messy piles beside the relentless traffic a little later, though, a short gust of poetry lifts my sprits. »
it was just like on television I’d just put the rubbish out and when I looked up to the clear, dark evening I saw a small white dot speeding across the sky. a neighbour’s cat brushed my leg but I was transfixed by things up above; it took me a moment to readjust to the world below and give her a pat. »