Dog biscuits lie in a bowl
after my daughter’s visit
two weeks ago.
They are still there
Three weeks ago, I painted
my garden table hammerite red
I left the brushes in a jar.
They are still there
Things hang around,
do not get fixed,
receive no attention
waiting, festering, stagnating.
There is no change,
just an eerie silence.
I am holding onto something
but do not know exactly what
Maybe at one time
there was too much change
too many thoughts and feelings
to take in. I could not cope
I sit at home, in bars and cafes
taking my time
waiting, thinking
Once on a trek, Lady Asquith admonished her porters
when they took a rest
“come on you lot get on with it!”
“Mam” came the reply
“we are just waiting for our souls
to catch up with us”