The harbour is full of boats I haven’t rocked, and have yet to sink.
I would rather float in a calm sea and let sharp-teethed fish nibble my feet.
Delight in well-fed feral cats with whom I practice Greek.
Ensure the little flightless crow that wanders our porch has a drink.
Hang my loves tee-shirts out to dry and tell him once again, how good he looks in pink.