You are
Lovely
If
Just a little bit
Disorganised
Even we could say
Anxious
When working
Against the clock
But hey ho
We have found a bar
And you have
Volunteered
To get the drinks
Although the tab
Is likely
To be in joint names
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
You are
Lovely
If
Just a little bit
Disorganised
Even we could say
Anxious
When working
Against the clock
But hey ho
We have found a bar
And you have
Volunteered
To get the drinks
Although the tab
Is likely
To be in joint names
Up
And down
Cutting
Quite a dash
On
And on
Pitching
And ploughing
Here
Then, sitting
Right now
Almost on the beach
For our Myrtle
1944-2021
Silently we sat by the sea swell
Knowing the pleasure
Of the howling wind
On the main deck
By Muster Station ‘D’
Level with the swell
As we cut through the water
Travelling at quite a rate of knots
Past drilling rigs
And marker pylons
The TV is an old TV
And the passengers
Are mostly old
Because this is what we do
Cross places off
Of our bucket list
As if time alone
Is not time enough
Next year
A firm base
Solid with its solitude
Free from solitary loneliness
The island
Is free
From Dutch Elm disease
Though
What do I know
Of such a tree
Or its deathly illness
Why not stay for the summer
Here, there
Or anywhere
Why not stay now that you can
Yes, now that you can
For the very first time
One step left
Then take another
Quick step
Slow step
Finding love
In the repeat of commotion