A Little Different

In her own perfect present...

She took the menus before we had ordered, 
The plates before we had eaten. 
She was looking to fill her time, 
Without knowing how to use it. 

She was a little different. 

And they knew this, 
In the way they worked around her. 
And she knew this, 
In how she worked around them.

These others and their syncopation,
Their systems and this café pattern.
She jackknifed against it all;
    Skipping
        to stay 
            in 
time. 

And her telling eyes 
Softly searched 
The swirling currents
For safe harbour. 

Afloat; 
    Adrift, 

In her own perfect present, 
Processing her past, 
Despite her future;

When she will be someone else;
Someone a little different,
Someone who slots right in. 

A Quick Note…

I want to reach out and say hello and welcome to all of the new subscribers of notes and noises from the last couple of weeks, and thank you to those who have dropped by to give some support and leave some comments.

This past week has been extraordinary.

I have received a huge response to my last piece The One Who Does Nothing. A response which I would never have expected but one which I am hugely grateful of.

It appears that sometimes some words and how they are arranged will resonate more than others. I am not inclined to chase that resonance but I do welcome it when it occurs, and if it helps to bring more people here to engage with these words and sounds then all the better - you are all more than welcome!