Woman at a window

All coffee misted

And mild of hair

Watching middle distance

While I whisk by

Holding to a road all silver black

Mixing rainbows

From sun

After rain.

Still life

Momentary melancholy

Brought to soft focus

By speed, and the low winter sun.

I pray reflection finds

A kind mirror

And her seasoning will go

Soul deep.

But me, I push past the spray of a log lorry

And a sudden blind panic

Brings me to my own days business

And the looping road

To Inverary.