The Same Boat - A Poem by Julie Sheldon.

I’ve wasted time a little today

I often do that on night shifts 

And I’m working nights until Thursday morning this week

Serve me for having so much time off.

I’ve daydreamed the morning away. Thoughts and ideas interrupted  by the thoughts and daydreams of others all hidden away on line. Sure I’ve walked the dogs and made the breakfast which is a much loved ritual of brewing coffee as long as it takes to poach eggs and make toast. 

I have the toast dripped in tahini too.

It adds, special to a mundane meal.

Roger and his pubescent little bark, alerts me to passers by.

And I walk out “nonchalantly” , tea towel in hand prepared and quietly eager to say hello to someone I may know . 

This morning is was designer North Faced Heulwen and Derek fresh from a London trip. 

Then Eirlys with my dinner plate wrapped inside a bag. The chicken dinner was delivered on her, 50th wedding anniversary to be.

A fortuitous coincidence which was nice for both of us.

Roger showed off as we talked over the kitchen wall, and ran around the garden swinging a wet pair of underpants which had been left too hopefully on the garden chairs to dry

I stopped day dreaming and made a Thai green prawn curry with half fat coconut milk and syphoned the soup off for lunch, the curry I will eat at work 

Nu texted me with a photo

Underneath simply read “table pour uno Juan Les Pins”

It was her way of encouraging my next trip, which was as sweet as it was subtle

Boats bumping together on a calmer sea

I will book something very soon 

Head up

Chest out