I’m
going to make it
worth
your while
to
get up this fine morning.
I
woke up early,
a
strange thing for me,
you
were sensibly still fast asleep.
I
crept about quietly
threw
myself in the shower
and
brushed my teeth
–
you didn’t stir.
On
went my clothes,
I
even blow dried my hair
–
and still you slept.
I
got myself together:
list,
money, phone,
grabbed
my trolley
and
off I went.
Soon
I was in the bustle
of
expectant shoppers,
early
risers,
vibrating
the air.
Senses
alive,
quickly
I spied
coffee
and venison
lamb
and beef.
Milk,
cream,
olive
oil, spuds,
mushies
and toms,
apples
and pears,
all
of it locally grown.
And
then
I
saw them,
and
I knew it would be so
– my
breakfast surprise,
my
bribe to help you rise.
Strawberries!
New
season,
glowing
like rubies,
more
precious than gold.
I
gather them in
next
to my cauli,
carefully
nestled
with
asparagus spears.
My
trolley now laden
I
depart with my brownies
–
save them for later
when
we’re reading the paper.
Home
again,
and
still you sleep.
I
macerate the strawberries,
I
pop some ground almonds
into
the pancake mix
for
a bit of a kick.
And
now all that’s left,
is
you,
my
sweet.
Arise
and join me.
Let’s
eat.
©
Palitja Moore, text and image (apricot blossom), 2015
