Looking through the windscreen
at the pitter patter of condensed wet
thinking rain rain go away again; yet,
here it is to dampen the reflections of life
getting prepared for the long drive
wet feet from a puddle splash
A baby cries in the distance
comforted by his loving German mummy
then silence as he is pursuaded with a dummy
not understanding her speak
though it was a loving tone she used
he will surely sleep on the way home
clump, clump, the rear passenger doors slam
bang, an end to the restful moment of release
cacophony of rap covered chit chat ending peace
accompanied not acknowledging existence
turning on dab, ‘country’ radio for pleasure
a cocktail of sounds combine to the measure
listening to thoughts along the way
concentrating on which direction is best
so absurd, not a word spoken in jest
they, refusing to wear coats, opting for wet
still it could be worse teenagers we get
another car hydroplanes across the road in front
Forty five minutes of splashing wheels
a situation of mixed emotion a sentient feels
how an instant reflection can alter a mind
changing a moment of; hard to kind’
‘so how did it go’ I gently asked
not a word of reply, a nod of headphone look
home in time for an omelette still!
munching a nourishingly enjoyed meal
clean the plates, decorate the tree
then settle down to watch TV
finally dry what a day we’ve had
strictly first, cannot be bad
half hour more, a nod and a snore
that is what hard days are for
or was it the week of settling down?
with a fixed on smile, a look of a clown
thunderous wind, a dream and awake
cold in the limbs, for goodness sake
