I lie prone on my bed
my head placed precisely in the dip
at the centre of the pillow.
I listen to the sussurus of the wind
soughing through the young trees
in the courtyard garden.
Overhead, in the clouded sunshine above
an aeroplane drones
following its pattern, weaving like a flashing silver needle
through the fabric of the sky
darting towards the golden button of the sun.
Teenagers talk, laugh, shout and flirt
as they walk through the streets below
relaxed in the soft July caress of summer
while motorists sweat and complain
drumming their thumbs on open windows
waiting to be home,
for the commute to be done,
the suburban race home won.
A flash of tortoiseshell fur, a welcoming purr
and my cat curls against my back
content in a patch of sun.
I smile, and stroke her side
gliding my fingers along her back.
She tilts her face, rubs her whiskers against my arm
And we fall asleep, safe and warm.
A poem that I wrote thinking about lazy summer holiday days…..