The Everyday

A man with car number plates under his arm

Looks like he’s probably up to no good

Likely meeting a man from the motor trade

At a cafe in the neighbourhood

A mongrel dog waits for his mistress

Patiently outside the patisserie

Transfixed by the spinning chicken

In the window of next door’s rotisserie

All of the colours and all of the sizes

Generations x, and y, and z

All hidden in plain sight here

And all revealed for all to see

The rhythm and the rhyme of it

In work, in rest, and at play

The hope and the glory, and all of the beauty

In the never ending everyday