Mikaela Castledine #33 It's delicious in

I'm picking figs at 6.15

he phones to say

in response to my previously

expressed wish to be included

but I've never liked rising in the small of the morning

and in particular

since

as you may remember

I had to get up early yesterday

and I've never understood

the need for such activity

picking in a crisp dawn

when figs might be picked with the sun hot upon them

just as well

indolent as the afternoon itself

dropsical and sweet

I'm sure it's lovely out

walking in the pale light where the dark has rested

but it's delicious in

with a night's worth of warmth in the linen

and all my best thinking to be done

the bliss of early mornings in bed

is not a thing to be easily forgone

even for figs

as it turns out

figs are delivered bedded on their own leaves

to my pillow for inhaling

I smile sleepily

already writing a new poem
and planning for jam