Category: Just for the moment

It’s a busy day,
Many on the bus and train,
Filling all the seats.

It’s wet and windy,
And puddles block the pathways,
Droplets drop from trees.

I’m in a strange place,
It’s me for sure, no one else,
I am sitting here.

Things go on and off,
Standing by, and waiting there,
Just blinking at you.

The clouds were piled up,
Sitting on the setting sun,
It fought to break through.

There’s no magic yet,
No golden chute or bullet,
Just more of the same.

Just playing the game,
Tactics failing, pieces lost,
Don’t make more wrong moves!

Friday’s looking good,
There is a ‘Yes’ about it.
Unspoken but there.

Make a difference,
Push your boundaries further,
Start feeling that stretch!

Dates are so funny,
They hang around for a day,
Then the numbers change.

Some travel patterns,
Crowded, busy or a few,
Spare seats or standing.

Rain on the waters,
Rhythmic patterns hold my gaze,
One drop is better.

The train’s running late,
It’s eating the minutes fast,
But going so slow.

A clear morning sky,
The sun is shining brightly,
The wind is so cold.

Word can get sticky,
It’s hard to put them down here,
On this grease paper.

It time to man up,
And face the challenge squarely,
One step at a time.

To eat elephants,
It is one bite at a time,
It’s a metaphor.

Travelling backwards,
The focus on what has been,
Or, what’s real to you.

On Skype for business,
Let’s me work from home sometimes,
In my own office.

I share with some cost,
The hoover, old boots and scarves,
And the gas meter.

So wet and windy,
What a day, it was blowing,
A real testy storm.

Put it together,
The chair for my small office,
I had to move coats.

Down to south London,
And back again, it was good,
In the wind and rain.

Brought back a new chair,
For the office, or cloak room,
As it is known here.

Got a Valentine?
Did you find that special card,
And the little gift?

The day’s expectant,
Charged and ready to discharge,
Some of what it has.

Some glimpsed images,
Fleeting and so transient,
Kindles memories.