SITTING ON THE STAIRS

I have just moved house and subsequently have had no internet, hence no post last week. It was attached yesterday. I am back.
Here is a poem about that point in the house sale when you are sat on the stairs waiting for the transactions to go through.

he tells me it will happen

at some point

because it always does

you will end up sitting on the stairs

all actions halted

until the money is transferred

from that bank to another bank

and this house will cease to be your home

while another

somewhere else

equally empty

assumes that title

and as you unlock its front door

you will hope it will be a happy one

I realise that I am in a privileged position to have the opportunity to move when I want to.  

the wasp and the window

misadventuring

wrong side of the glass

beyond comprehension

but repeat the action until

exhaustion

I have been there too

so have you

This is an older poem that I wrote after liberating a wasp.
I've not set up the sound system yet. I'm listening to music on a sound bar courtesy of my DX50. 
Here's Sean Taylor. He's doing a brief UK tour in March.
This is So Fine

Until next time.