On a decision

On a decision

We cling to the silly details in life
and stand in wonder waiting for the airplanes
to dry: the airport is closed because
the planes needed to be washed.

We cling to the silly details in life
and shiver, breathlessly
as we but slowly realise that the signs
were right: there are no hard shoulders along
this road right to the end.

We cling to the silly details in life
and so you ask me blatantly
do I want my stuff sent
and thus never see you again
or meet up and talk.

Apparently, there is no difference
between life and tea.

It's either black or white.