Sometimes life does not work out as we plan, and rather than dwell we write. Humour can often soften the blow.
I had no intention of coming
There were things to do
Holiday packing
A winter escape
A reef to explore
Don’s email arrived
Could I help?
Duty called.
At my age
Nature most often calls.
I welcomed the change
The keys,
I forgot the keys
“We will leave it open.”
The Director says
and they did
The best laid plans
A well-meaning Samaritan
security conscious
made sure
all was well
The door
does not budge
The temperature
drops
My friends due to arrive
any minute
will expect
a warm reception
Phone a friend
Sympathetic,
but unable to help
having done all she could
and all she promised
Phone home.
“Use the library,” she says
Borders has coffee
I counter
It’s not yet winter
but who can tell?
Canberra nights
do not make good bedfellows
however,
they do encourage you
to look for one
I huddle in wait
knowing coffee
will ease the burdens
of a writer’s group
minus an agenda
We could not visit humour
yet humour visits me
sheltered
in a darkened doorway
Six thirty comes
I order coffee
for one
I never intended to be here
Duty done
Nature calls
BJR
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