There is nothing worse than waiting for some undefined time to pass
Waiting for the appointed tuning of
The car
~~
Summer holidays
And for some strange reason
Mornington was singing
With free breezes from a glistening sea
And not the tangled colour
Of people
Quite a surprise
A relief
~
Wandered into a cafe
For some capuccino time
~
A tiny sparrow shared our moment
Watching thoughtfully
On a verandah chair
Gracefully accepting
A few stray crumbs
For the family at home
~
But the soul felt restless
Here
Was not
The place
Today
~
And so
We walked
Happening on
A deserted field
Laden with freshly mown grass
~
Only a seagull or two
Watched
Maybe
With interest
~
And we found
In a pocket
Of stubborn grass
By the fence
An old cricket ball
Ragged
Pale
Forgotten
~
We spaced
Far apart
But facing each other
Smiling
And we arched the ball
In a bridge-like curve
A vital rainbow of energy
Between
Two pylons
~
Over some indefinite time
There were
Many curves
Many curves and
Many rainbows
~

And all too soon

~
The car
Was tuned