bondi morning

I don’t have to go to work today. I don’t have to do anything

But sit with my coffee in this sunbeam

And listen to the construction workers grind away

a few streets down.

This balcony is freedom and fresh-air suffocation - down by bondi beach

A great mass of people share in a special kind of joy.

Why do I hide myself

Away from the world and its people?

Sweet air moves through the palms and eucalypts

And our neighbour has her pot plants out

In the sun room to catch the light.

A car sighs past, people in their own narrative on their way

Somewhere.

The sun is out and everywhere in bondi

People are at peace; the air tastes like smooth dry summer.

The sun is out

And I am alone.

Things must have always been this way.