So, I was tired, ( as you know :)
and decided to honour and surrender my tiredness for as long as I write the poem, at list, ...
Driving to pick up a client, - Hilda,
You know Hilda,
She is the wife of the ex Italian mafia driver,
- Hilda comes,
She is seeing me, - smiling happily
( last night in her email she was in lots of pain, I expected her to cry, ...)
- we drive,
She speaks, ... I drive and listen,
( my job is to listen and breathe)
How she applied for unemployment
and the difficulties, bureaucracy, and stress
of loosing her job because of Covid,
- I listen, ... I am no longer tired, ...
I was happy to drive Hilda, ...
Reality wakes or strikes you up from any state, 😊