Exhale

on the deck, pots watered up

and earlier clouds have

stopped boxing one another’s ears,

it’s the best part of the day

the warming weak sunshine

sprays garnets and rubies

through a hole the squirrel made

in the parasol. and

onto my glass of Cairanne,

pasta and chorizo baking on the hob

reassuringly ready soon,

I have no need for elsewhere

and will settle for these

creature comforts,

in this moment

I can almost hear the tomatoes grow

less than a yard away

this is my Eden, my space

I can breathe here

Published by grahamrsherwood