Cracks...
Slow - window shopping
with thoughts of - maybe -
if just the right discount
beckons to me...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Order a coffee -
steaming and strong -
rest in the dreaming
where nothing is wrong...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Stare at the steeple -
stately and tall -
relax in the quietness
so safe in it all....
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Searching for data -
saving to print -
desk piled with paper -
chair - perfect fit...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Eyes smile before me -
longing to learn -
repeating more meaning
as each takes a turn...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Key in ignition -
new leather smell -
smoothest perfection -
full focused and well...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Slicing and dicing -
crisp salad lunch -
sit in the sunshine
and relish each crunch...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Clicking and texting
in sight-seeing mode -
holiday-happy -
recharge and reload...
Then without warning
my day cracks in half...
Joy Weare,
25th February, 2011.
Christchurch Earthquake
22nd February, 2011.
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