SCHOOL MORNING - A MEMORY POP

a bag of nerves
struggling with my dry cereal
every 
school
morning

in winter i was given bread
to
take
out
to
feed
the
birds

i savoured that short walk 
down the garden path
to the bird table

the creases in the cement
the knots in the wood

it
was
a
small escape
some baby zen

an oasis of morning purpose 

in
the
mad whirl
of
unexpressible days