sleep fitful wake grumpy go down stairs cold in dark still morning fill kettle tin can

cold water.

make tea light fire kindling,    examine

the early morning light, put on the radio (it is a quarter to seven,

you are listening to the farming report):

blessed sleep I know not what you wear or who you are

I imagine you in something extraordinary:

(but)

slept last night again a baby what do I know?

(what is my plot?) all curled up like that

on a blanket.

© copyright 1996 Simon Pettet

Simon Pettet's Selected Poems is available from Talisman House