Days like These...
‘The Chaos Theory’ personified –
you and your room, when you left
this morning; violin case tucked
under one arm, school tie in disarray,
in your bid to be somewhere yesterday,
or rather, your Grade Six exam...
Gaze in utter disbelief; mountains
of grubby clothes. Stacks of half-drunk
mugs of tea, therein, a totally ‘new to me’
species of plant life, thriving and seemingly
doing well, plus the odd, partially sucked
cola drop, stuck fast to the waste-bin.
I begin to sift through the debris – glance
at the clock. You’ll be playing your Mozart
piece by now. Cross my fingers and my toes;
stare out of the window. Quite by chance,
drifts on by, an arpeggio of butterflies...
And then, from underneath your bed,
two odd socks I’d been searching high
and low for, wink at me. On my hands
and knees, pray it’s true what they say,
‘Good luck comes in threes’, and some.