Even morning warm
tee and shorts 
on the balcony 
for our tea
and buttery scones 
scents from South 
carried on breeze 
as summers ease
cups and plates 
put in sink
as clothes trail
to the sound 
of the shower 

If it’s 
said that 
you’re to
meet those 
who you’re 
meant to 
meet and 
I only 
meet me 
then it
stands to 
reason that 
I’m enough 

Car windows reflecting 
dance upon wall
back and forth 
ghosts of dreams 
just this moment 
as morning awakens 
and now gone 
onto somewhere else 
and likely onto 
someone else’s wall 

We are
what we
are when 
we are
and nothing 
more not
before or
after or 
even since 

Who wouldn’t 
like this 
I guess 
those that 
never had 
that for 
having this 
after that
is the 
only way 
to appreciate 
what both 
really are