Mornings at the annex
painting shadows
Of the tree outside, its branches
Whisper at the window
The cat creeps past
On the ledge, paws on the books
“how to look after my cat in thirty days flat”
leaves its mark on it while hissing at the dog who has
come around from her side of the bed to greet
me. Her wags are gentle and speed up as she
welcomes my response. I reach out to pat her, hold her
say good morning. Her tail is now wagging fast so that she knocks
my glass of water into smithereens. Bother!
The phone rings, my husband puts on his best awake voice and says
“good morning, how are you? So, polite, I think. It’early, not yet 7:00.
Mornings at Anderson Road
In Ulrich’s annex- A koha screeches
Drowns out the music playing;
Om’ 108 times for meditation
Followed by Chopin and Bach piano concertos
Mornings at Anderson road and I want to jump out of bed
Today I wait for Melanie. My physio.
who will box with me and make me jump
Mornings at Anderson mean lots of people and breakfast with
Extended family. I look at my notes of things to do and want to rummage through
The cd’s to make a killer playlist.
Charlie Parker, Herbie Hancock, Miles Davis, Bill Evans
And so much more.
Mornings at Anderson Road and we contemplate Blueberry pancakes out of BISQUICK
Not healthy, not for me, but I am happy to make them.
Fry some bacon to go with it. Maple syrup from Canada complete the plate.
The rest of us eat eggs, drink homemade juices and contemplate our existence
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