Another sunny Saturday

Another sunny Saturday

Families and foursomes are scattered around the terrace,
enjoying the Saturday afternoon,
eating lunch
and maybe a social glass of wine.

It's the 5th of December.

They probably think
I'm some kind of dangerous lunatic,
sitting here between visitors and visits.
Poetry and teaching books
piled on the table,
reviewing my own words on a Kindle,
one empty wineglass after another,
smiling at electronic messages,
tapping my feet
to an invisible Bob Dylan playing fifty years ago.

I suppose they have a point.