Sitting:
Somewhere nice
Outside, abroad,
A pleasant,
Unfamiliar sun
Subduing
A basking street
With nothing
Weighing on its conscience.
A drink of alcohol
Slides warmly
To gently scald
The gullet
With geniality.
A sigh…
But the moment
Will not improve:
What follows
Must be intoxication
Or sobriety.
Neither is
Restful
Nor sufficient.
Contentment
Is hard to sustain
Time invades the moment.
Better than Nothing 