On a lonely peaceful Sunday
You walk to that counter
To grab your cup of coffee.
The night had stretched long
Till into dawn
Heralding another day upon.
You start back
Through the deserted walk-way
That lulls to a slow sublime tune.
The pleasing breeze
A little gift for the noon
From the surprise winter-shower.
You halt a moment by that lawn
For no reason or rhyme
And feel the coffee slip down your throat.
You like this momentary solitude
This peaceful poignant serenade
A slowing of time and life’s tide.
And leaving your solitary looming
Un-perturbed, leaps and bounds toward
That white furry bastard, the Lab.
A loving little fellow
He nudges and pirouettes around
The you though he knows not.
All he sees is your inviting smile
Your big palm caressing his head
And that loving suffusion of affectionate love.
At that instant,
your life at the noisy campus canvas
Blips momentarily inside.
You smile with the little friend
And confide in him
It’s worth it.
If all’s in due are but these
Little soulful jingles
It’s worth it.
And you walk your lone stroll back
As toward the lab,
Where civilisation and science awaits.