Creative Coping

Two times me:

One here with cake I didn’t want

Already consumed,

One there, in the future

Maybe, or now, if I let her,

A better her.

This cafe’s by the the lake-

For longer than a cake

And a cup of lemonade

I’ve sat and thought,

Watching people pass,

Making what they can

Of squirrels in the rain-

Nowhere to go but round the lake,

Past swans and reeds

Again.