i speak from experience

the garden is usual

yet the things i find

of a morning are not



i sits on the old table

see the door open

mostly the same time

each day



see the things put

down on the slate

in dishes or in tubs



i see vegetables

so i eat

them

i see pasta and i eat it



yoghurt is a must to

dip into to share with

slugs

who bloat in the thick of it



lucky i am if she puts out

cat food



then i lay and look through

the grass to the river



watch the flood rise and fall

while the sun warms



watch for the proper cat

who lives indoors, ragged

unlike me



and chase her up the boughs

of the tree



the oak tree