Pearls chilled from heaven ...

 

A few moments ago, hailstones fell upon the pavements of the small seaside town - 

There were pearls, still chilled from heaven, in my hair - 

I took shelter here, in Java - 

I had given away my father's books - 

Each day the small house would be emptied - 

I sipped my cappuccino - 

I half eavesdropped the late morning conversations - 

I thought of my own house - 

That too, in time, would be emptied - 

I felt the sadness of those who would clear it, the shape of the bones under my skin - 

12.07

Thursday 25 January 2018

Java Independent Coffee House

Swanage 

Dorset