(coping with grief)

It's over, and I am here again

Sitting, with my coffee and the birds

Disinterested as ever, while the words

That have been beating in my brain

For ten days now are gently on the ebb.

Commuting up to London Bridge that thrust

Of returning daily life and the crush

Of rush our tubes is bliss, as routine's web

Takes over and my mind can err,

Relaxing in the dullness of the task

A stress which I can understand and ask

No more than that it simply will be there

          Rather the pressure that comes from the boss

          Than time to ruminate upon my loss.

Brian Hick 30.6.09

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