Everything is not quite right today.
It all looks OK,
Open the front door,
The milk bottles are there.
Next door’s cat is lurking
On the doorstep, wanting breakfast.
The golden leaves scatter themselves,
Just like every other day.
The bus goes past.
On time.
The lady across the road greets us,
With: ‘Hello’, just like any other day.
The man down the road
Is picking up litter.
Moaning: ‘Kids these days’.
But the alarm woke me late
And everything waits
The hours, the minutes
Are gathered, hushed by our bedside.
Open the door,
Go outside.
It all looks OK.