musing in the shine

musing in the shine

 

if I crane my neck

the tower block walls

stab into the sky

 

twenty-four floors up

on the flat roof top

I’ve hidden a chair

 

I like to sit in the sun-breeze

reading murder mysteries

 

or trying yoga

in the nude -

a girlfriend said

it’s better naked

 

I was keen on 'downward dog'

she told me off for smirking

when I mentioned it -

I couldn’t help it

 

it’s not the same now

not since…

                  never mind

 

the lift needs fixing

it’s a long haul climbing

the stairs

but exhilarating

 

each floor throbs with

Radio One, and reggae

occasional snatches

of classical, sometimes jazz

 

and always screeching kids

and mums and dads

 

I brush spiders from my chair

read a book a while

and rest my eyes

in buttercup sunshine

 

jumbo jets fly overhead

pigeons shuffle

on the parapet -

 

life ain’t bad

all in all.