Around Midnight

timing was never more important

than opportunity when hungry

we ate out, or would grab something

maybe just an amuse-bouche

at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps

irrespective of weather

because hungry is no respecter of climate

we always ate together

we rarely went without without

in sun, the rain, the snow

until naturally our routines began to drift

into more regular meal routines

before economy and fate peeled us apart

eventually

I returned one midnight

to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager

body craving any food or fruit every hour

these midnight oranges were rarer

at first a self-indulgent treat

until our segmentation complete

meant for awhile midnight oranges

were the only food

that I had to eat

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.

~

CLP 22/04/2021

L3 (Day 50) On Time

Day 50, not that I’m counting

I could be wrong, I could be right.

Whatever, it was lighter

longer than yesterday

I’m not complaining either.

~

CLP 25/02/2021

On Understanding

What relief there is

to know our confusion’s past.

For that I’m grateful.

~

n.b. In a complex world, establishing a little bit of peace, love and understanding is always a good thing, however long it takes to get there.

~

CLP 21/02/2021