This is where we are
two hours behind schedule
and without our morning coffee

A trip home – by the sea.
Late morning hours spent reading, talking, waiting for the toast.
And I can’t help thinking
I should know more Thoreau.

He pulled his collar up against the cold. A few buttons and a satellite is all it took to hear her say, “I went to the beach today and wrote your name in the sand.”

a New Austerity
flying into the east
to spend my days in ordinary time