Focus

Focus focus focus.

Two cups of coffee and

not a minute to dream .

No dreams of places in England I want

to travel to again,

no room in my mind

for boxes of dusty old

photographs with faded dates

scratched on the bottom corner.

Just looking after those who needed me

to care for them,

looking into their eyes as they dream

of the sea

and cottages that have

sailing ships in the windows

and a smell

of the salt.

All the time.

Focused.

For eight straight hours.