If I get upset

by a minor difficulty

connecting a printer to a computer,

then I'm turmoil, sandstorm, rumours of war

A soft September drizzle grows

out of the forest,

fills my attention and slowly ceases

like a premature statement

down across ther horses' meadows

and the curving railway

through the brushwood beyond

I register faint signs of life

through the house;

the kittens drumming up & down the staircase;

Anna revealed by shadowy footsteps downstairs,

and the opening & closing of cupboards

I chew on as thought and wish I was dead