‘That’s a beautiful poem’,
‘Where were you sitting when you wrote it?
I would imagine you by a river
with the water babbling by
and the birds singing’
I had to tell her, ‘no’,
that I was sitting by my computer.
That that is where I always write.
No pencil or pen for me
with my endless edits
and illegible handwriting.
when an idea occurs on a sleepless night.
Then it’s off to the bathroom to catch it
and hold it fast.
where there’s a supply of tissue
that will do the job
and a pencil
kept specially for the purpose.