Mr.T is a crab on the move
Leafing everything he sees
Through the shears of his
Placing all differently.
It does not worry me too much
As I observe him checking on
Everything that lies on the table.
Pack away however
Your personal items
As you expect to find them
Again in the morn’
At the place you had left them.
Best to be prepared in anticipatory
Mood or standby
Even if you work on your own
Things in between:
Writing a poem
Sketching a new design for a
Or write a sketch for later use
In a short story.
At times it’s deadly still.
The distant hum of an A/C unit
Is the backdrop to Mr.T’s endless
Handy-talk to friends and
Awaiting the distracted Prof Juraj
Who is quite fun to have around
One notices that Mr.T has lost
His nerve to be patient with others
And not to talk to one
While one has stepped out to the
As he continues to give orders
Not noticing one’s absence.
Never mind it’s all not that important
All’s forgotten the next seconds.
Good for the scribe
And Mr.T has emptied some leftovers
In his mind.
Yet later returning to matters dealt with
A long time ago.