I stopped for a cup of tea (and a pastry) on the way home today...
A cup of tea in M&S
I sit at the table, pour a cup of tea
from this plump penguin of a milk jug,
the lip bird-shaped. It pours. It does its thing.
I watch the rain trail its fingers, spiralling,
patterns recreating lines, twisting, erasing,
and we can dream. I see a young man.
He sits with his family in a chair,
his lifeline, his mobility, his limbs.
But he is out, he is here, and he is not alone.
He has company and warmth. He is cared for.
The rain glints in the broken sunshine.
Maybe he will smile and light up the room.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, September 17, 2023
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