A break from the usual tone of my poetry... (i.e. happy rather than despairing/ angry)
The world hasn't crushed you yet
and you're buoyant after breakfast
(food generally has that effect).
The week is ahead of you -
the gaps you foresee seem to shine.
A feeling like that
of being one hour fast:
of time, of freedom, of stresslessness.
Lightness as you walk under fine blue skies,
the wind not too strong,
the clouds fluffy white.
Walking in comfortable trousers:
this morning the calves aren't in pain.
A cheer which is pure joie-de-vivre:
liberation from usual negativity.
The sense of a chance for diversion:
the pleasance of a Monday morning.