monday,last workday, mop up and stow

alarm in the dark again, the winter solstice is approaching again, the summer solstice left behind in June.
Turn it off, take the stuffy mask down
stuff it away on the dumb waiter beside the bed.

get up, let the wife go to the bathroom first.
Find the things I need, find the mobile phone
All in the bag.

Bathroom shower, like everyday.
Up to the workroom, under the attic,
the little cat follows, curious, searching for novelty.
Tail fluffed like a pipe cleaner.



Blue car day today, there is no need for the train
It is a  journey,
a short trip of fifty kilometres.
And before it has begun,
return to fetch the wallet.
Live is harder without cash.
Close the sitting room windows

no café today, not for another four weeks

And on the motorway see the sun rise
in the car mirror
A huge red globe, deformed as it shows over the horizon
going west
going to work
it is early,
and there is hardly any traffic