when all I’ve done is nothing
but twist and turn
laid on one side, then the other
The day breaks
to look out, downalong the river
A torrent that turns and twists
flows first one way, then the other
with softly scrambled eggs
I toast my bread
first one side, then the other
The end is here
of such a short vacation
All the while I’ve thought of me
yet mostly I have written of another
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here