Every time I come around here, same drama
It's exhausting, being in someone else's house.
You are staying with people who like nature,
they seemed surprised when you told them
you'd be arriving by car, oh that will be unusual
not to pick someone up from the station.
It is 8 am and you've always had a theory
that this is when the best sleeping happens
your brain is aware of all the times you have been
so stressed at this time, so desperate to be
anywhere other than the desk in that office
but you can smell coffee and you know
it is expected of you to spread jam
and be part of someone else's choice of a day.
On the first Christmas morning away from home
you have to adapt and say I will be part of you now
except this isn't it, how things used to be
is an outdated concept, like waiting for a new
chequebook to arrive. They eat breakfast
in the garden, you have never done that before,
not a proper breakfast, at a table, with your shoes on.
Natue is a long way away but let's see
what it's like today.