That is the situation
no fresh milk
only a tin of Carnation
which they condense.

So
it's black coffee
strong.

The birds are not awake and
yet
I get the feeling it won't be long
before they're singing away

a good idea for me not to sing
as
bringing the radio into play
always switches me on.

There's a well,
deep
and a pump which we have
to keep
in good condition,
the water is sweet
fresh from the mountains

There are also wild pigs which
dig for acorns in the forest
and the occasional wolf
that howls occasionally.

In anticipation I wait for dawn to break
take a drink from the coffee jug
and jug because I couldn't find my
favourite mug
but it's no problem.

as the first light switches off the night
the outside comes into focus
sweet like the water.

I'll dress soon and go out to mooch
in the garden
maybe put a cardigan on which makes
me look like Val Doonigan
but nobody cares here
what you look like.

Buenos Dias
said to the old girl
walking the short dog on a long lead

she rattles on in Spanish and too
quick for me to google
so I nod
Si
si
but of course I don't.

back to the hacienda
and a good morning share
with the loved one.

Time
though it slips and hangs on
corrugated rooftops
never stops.

I could stop
stay
longer than this so short day
and wait for time to catch me.