Interruptions

Disrupted by a world war,

He made a near death experience

Become a promise to another soldier,

Neither expecting to fulfill the vow.

But both were willing and,

As it turned out,

She was a difficult chore.

He never let on though,

Deciding then that interruption’s march

Where life is lived.

At fourteen or so, Mary woke this day,

As any other day, with her own dreams

Of what her life would be, until

The angel of disruption appeared and

Interrupted her youthful fantasies.

I set out to write this weekend

From the comfort of my formerly

Well-heated holiday home, but Storm Eowyn

Had other ideas, and two days later,

I sit in The Villa,

Disrupting others’ routines.

Here I write

Here I think

This is what life is all about.