Notes On Working From Home

I sit

At my desk

As I work from home.

When I look up

I see the garden.

I see the grass.

It does not look any longer than it did yesterday,

But my wife will still ask me to mow it

And put some fertiliser on it.

 

I sit

At my desk.

Technically,

It is the dining room table

As I do not own a desk,

Let alone an office.

If I had an office,

It would be upstairs

And I would not be able to see the garden,

Nor be constantly reminded of the need

To mow the lawn.

 

I get up

And make myself a cup of tea.

As I wait for the tea to brew

I look out

Of the kitchen window

And see the bloody grass again.