The terrace is drenched in the sunlight,
gilded gold the leaves dance in the breeze;
a beautiful morning when you can to do anything
like go to the mall and take a new lover,
sit alone at an ice cream parlour,
drive to the end of the town for a mug of Turkish coffee.
She does none of these:
cooks dinner for the family,
loads the washing machine with clothes,
switches on the kettle to make herbal tea,
runs through her mind jobs for the day –
pay bills, deposit checks, pick grocery
grind coffee beans.
The closest she comes to adventure
is smile at the handsome man behind wheels
on her drive back from the grocer’s –
he almost followed her to the flat.