The china and the flowers

 

Waves splash lazily up Southwold beach

then drift gently back into a sparkling sea.

A sunny May morning. I stop for coffee at Suzie’s Beach Cafe,

sit facing the sea at a pristine white table.

Bright pink tulips in a bright pink china jug.

 

Suzie says ‘Just because this is a beach cafe

doesn’t mean we have to serve crappy stuff in crappy plastic.’

 

I sip my coffee from a stripy china mug,

nibble home-made flapjack, and consider:

just because life is short and sometimes freighted with suffering,

doesn’t mean you have to focus on the crappy stuff.

Time instead to break out the china and the flowers.