Well Trod Waters

by grimbeau



Bacon, egg & jungle sarnie,

two bags ready, and an early banana –

that’s my lot, plus crash sleep

(an hour maybe).

Scrubbed scrammed black mirror hob:

Bit of ritual to settle my nerves,

my confusion at that van out there,

and that nagging

constant distant

roaring machine

behind the sky.

Wednesday afternoon

As savants well know

is never certain & could hang either way.

You never know, you just like to pretend.