Here I was, with my tea, music and poetry,
The morning. Complacent, smiling, satiated
The day after meeting freinds over cups of tea
And sweets and laughter.
My heart, lazy and full of mush
Like a rhino, immersed in water
Silent, just alive.
A whistle goes off in the kitchen
The oven dings
The cook calls to attention spices gone missing
And just like that real life takes over
Silencing the poetry
Hushing the music
