Coffee Shop Musing Poem by Gareth Evans

I have ridden on my bicycle
The six miles across this city
For my favourite coffee shop,
In the piazza
Opposite Waitrose. I know
Every inch of the many
Permutations of route; have a short
Shopping list; am therefore
Well structured. I have my little treat,
Sup my coffee. But there are clouds:
The house is to be sold, the next one still
To be found, in a place where
We have to be. This maybe is why
I feel that I don't know what's going on,
That I am somehow
Far from home. Outside,
Litter swirls in a curl of breeze,
And wagtails scurry
In my sudden desolation.