Micro Situation
she sleeps long into the day
there is nothing to be late for
nothing to be right on time
no spinning thoughts in her mind
she wakes up to the call of a wren
singing through the roof light
singing the local line
it could be any time
this is her micro space she conceals
this is a micro situation and a rare feeling
this is her micro space
this is a micro situation and a rare feeling
she makes herself a coffee on the old stove
for the smell and the comfort
could be an old love
she is thinking of