go away
far away
alone
don’t phone
embrace
the longing
Suddenly, halfway through
a steak and Guinness pie
at the Yew Tree in Chew Stoke
I realise this is happiness.
I have been away from you
and tomorrow I’m flying home.
There are yellowhammers
in the yew tree, and
I want to reach for my camera –
but they would only fly away.
this morning
I found
in my sock drawer
that missing
grey cotton
sock
it’s my birthday
maybe
all’s well
with the world
after all