You go ’round in your little world & it don’t work. Communications
make the world change.
Walks in dressed in flowers from the rain, Oh my God!
A voice, a finger points. A thumb in the bowl of the spoon before
I get a chance to wipe it, he sticks it in me porridge & stirs!
A message concealed on the underside of the lid of a screw-top jar,
‘Life is sweet’. I deduce it’s not meant for me.
Heavy tan, shaking hands, sits down, speaks across the quivering
surface of my tea.