I was having eggs and bacon in the galley of a sail boat
Off the coast of Wales
Black pudding and fried tomato
When The wind picked up
Oh And Sausage and fried bread
A wave smacked up against The porthole
I forgot the Fried potatoes
We listed heavily and everything that was not locked down
Crashed and tinkled and sloshed onto the floor.
But with sleight of hand
And steady focus
I held my plate aloft
Eggs Sunnyside up unmoved
The boat righted it itself
I retrieved my knife and fork
From the end of the cabin floor
My English breakfast intact
I smiled and ate
Tea and
Toast and marmalade
To follow
Some things will Never change