Last weekend I was swamped by family.
The week before was builders, mites and fleas.
Recovered from bronchitis recently,
my energy is back and I don’t wheeze,
but I deplore the hours I have lost,
while grateful for how well it all turned out.
Whenever life demands, I pay the cost,
but I keep score – that’s what today’s about.

At last I have a spell of solitude.
Nobody wants a piece of me today.
I need no underwear or shoes. My mood
can be indulged or chiseled any way
my fancy leads, with no one heard or hurt:
at liberty to be an introvert.