This one day a woman
sick of arranging cutlery and laundry
thought to wave a napkin in the air
hail the sky and be whisked
(if only to the neighbouring town)
Finding herself in an empty café
she was caught staring outside
an anchor, centre of the town
But what a fine shape! and noble!
Her eyes stuck
Out came a pen and a glass of water
the napkin, too
So the anchor was drawn with it,
the differently coloured bridges
and differently coloured houses.
Flicking her hair in youthful artistry
The woman stayed put in the town
a day, a month, a year.
lit candles and put music on before dinner.