One week of from work,
makes it worse going back there,
it is what it is.
It is what it is,
so I ask, “Can I do it?”
It is just a job.
Eating somt fruit pies,
and one isn’t good for you,
what will two do then?
The days are longer,
I like this time of the year,
there’s optimism.
I got a air gun,
but it has breathing problems,
and just clicks and clicks.
I went for a run,
I also went for a walk,
but always come home.
The art of the small,
that’s the challenge of today,
and this Haiku blog.
I have done something,
shop, pack it, and take a walk,
and call my dear mum.
That does feel enough,
for a single Saturday,
but there is more left.
I could play guitar,
watch a film or maybe write,
or go for a run.
