Well Trod Waters
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
behind the sky.
As savants well know
is never certain & could hang either way.
You never know, you just like to pretend.