I never wanted a nine to five,
Was sure it would render me “less alive”
I wanted fire crackling, laughter cackling while color and fairy lights filled my mind.
Bongo beats would dance and dive, into the crashing waves behind.
“Thank you for calling, how can I help you?”
Or can you help me, I secretly wonder.
Imagine having lasagna on Tuesdays.
Every Tuesday- what a drag!
I want to live in the moment!
BE the moment!
“What’s for dinner mammy?” “I dunno, whatever’s there”
Her little shoulders sag.
I’ve gone through life collecting friends like periwinkles in a tin bucket.
Exploring and enjoying the shells of each one.
Exuberant laughter and giddy secrets shared, until the sparkle in another rock pool called me like the sun.
So many shells I’ve gathered.
Hello! How are you? We must meet up.
One has to wonder.
How it would taste.
Sourrounded by friends and bongo beats.
Al fresco or by the fire.
Lasagna on a Tuesday.