shifting time zones and the changing seasons

The alarm hoots and honks, the son's blaring smartphone alarm. A klaxon, a diving submarine.
And he sleeps on.
So shake him, wake him.
He has to go off gardening today, talking about landscapes, the fruits of the earth, with the brother.
He is enjoying himself.
But he has set his alarm one hour early, the shifting time zones and the changing seasons are to blame.

Back to sleep he goes.
Lie awake, thinking.


Later, a 'plane's sound overhead.

An hour gone, awaken the young man again

And he gets up and goes.
Get up and look out over the lights of Dublin.

Then into the kitchen
There is the brother up already, looking at his laptop

Tomar café da manha
it is holidays now and there is less time to learn Portuguese.