Still catching up on Napowrimo, this is the response to Day 14 “celebrate a place, thing or idea” This poem evolved midway into a poetic prose…or possibly drifted into a stream of consciousness.
Aldi Sunset – April 2020
An acre of tarmac; white lines map territorial rights
measured in inches of space filled
with the low growl of engines.
Security guards count single adult entries held 2 metres apart
in a snaking queue, but there’s no hurry
only patience and impatience marks time.
Waiting in the car, my daughter takes care of the shopping
It’s a new boundary for her to tear down.
We both win.
From this new vantage point, the clatter of metal
slamming together in the trolley park
Early evening light dapples through popular trees
edging the car park; a precious necklace of beauty
never previously noticed
As families load car boots with groceries, domestic chatter
is as serene as birdsong in this new oasis of peace
in the surburban landscape.
Cheesy 70s hits blare from an open car window
the driver’s paunch strains buttons on his acidic striped shirt.
He sings along, parking, reversing, correcting, reversing
aligning, reversing in time with the beat.
Sunglasses perch on bleached blonde hair, a dainty lady struggles
to manoeuvre an overladen trolley towards her Audi convertible.
She pauses to consider how her bulk bought goods will fit
into the postage stamp boot. After 3 bags fill the space, she loads the interior
propping up wine with frozen peas and cartons of lemon sorbet.
Her sultry daughter remains seated throughout, scowling at a world
which doesn’t sufficiently entertain, glowering at the domestic inconvenience,
wondering why no-one has responded to her latest Instagram selfie.