All-day long tiny percussive fists of
Persistent rain have pummelled, nagged,
Raised the best of marvellous memories:
Those that I thought I didn’t need,
That I believed I’d left behind.
Looking for relief, distraction;
Hoping for good news
I press the button –
Surprised when the
Appear before me;
Wonderfully warm –
The umpteenth time this has happened
And I’m still tongue-tied,
Still don’t know
How to be dignified:
How to make the graceful exit.