I hang out the washing,
impatiently pegging
to save time.
Then I sit, fritter and daydream,
watching the wind toss the duvet
of my sleepless night,
pillow cases bellow in panic attack,
before the sudden lashing rain
insists I scamper outside.
Elements changing
Thrashing meandering thoughts
Nature’s clue unsaid
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
