I get uncomfortable.
I lose all sense of me,
and feel as though I am fighting for
my sense of identity.
We were incredibly busy in work today,
and as I drove home
bloved rang me to
say he had left the keys to his bike lock
in a room he was lecturing in this morning.
We had a visitor coming for tea,
no wait.
You don't really need to know all the minutiae.
Enough said
that I had to go collect bloved
at the University where he lectures.
I'd forgotten how beautiful a building it is.
Red bricks and the quad
full of cherry blossom trees.
I sat under one of them,
waiting,
when suddenly,
all the pressures of life
seemed small.
The cherry blossom drifted onto my hair,
and the song
of the day came on my ipod.
I realised,
that for every minute of life,
no matter how busy,
someone,
sends us music like this.
