picnic

i’ve cycled the long way home today

past a river of canada geese and

cormorants drying their wings in the sun. i thought

it was only right to stop

for a while to lie in the cool grass, spreading

cheese, apple, oatcakes on a red-checkered towel

that lives in my bag.

picnic for one

• a poem, written many years ago when we lived in london, uk. found in a journal i pulled off the shelf yesterday
• photo made with a polaroid sun 600 camera of the thames path near hammersmith. july 2013