Worry

Clean windows,
the smell of vinegar
on the bright wipe of glass.

A ten o'clock sun
swims in. You drink
your coffee, take a bite

of your lemon scone. You
listen to a plane in flight.
The bills are paid.

The phone doesn't ring.
A white plate of hours,
ticks, hangs on the wall

like a year of holidays.
You stretch like a cat,
yawn and blink your eyes.

You begin to worry.