I showered on the Saint Andre bus as always

And read a book of poetry that I had found in the road

I was due to start my new job in a month and a half

But the prospect of this new employment did not excite me

 

Near my home on the Kent coast a P&O Ferry

Was becalmed in the shallows of the lawn

Or so I thought as it was really waiting for its cargo

Without incurring exorbitant harbour fees

 

How beautiful she was in the evening light

I told the captain that life shrinks if you unwrap it

He smiled and told me that I would miss my plants

Which I had left in my house on La Reunion