A Home With Harbour Views

I have a home with harbour views. I like to walk after the rains. The TV’s turned on to the news. My body’s full of pains. I’ve slept and slept until the walls Echo with softness at my groans. I’ve slept hard through the distant calls And motorcars with drones. So frowning, if I must get up, I blanket-wrap myself, And pour away the coffee cup, And tidy-up the shelf.