On Jet Lag

When I first started working on the building sites with Nick, my stepdad,
I couldn’t understand
How a 50 year-old-man could get up before the birds,
Drive hundreds of miles,
Grapple with concrete all day,
Turn around at dusk,
And do it all again (with a smile on his face).

One morning,
At coffee,
I asked him how he did it.

He smiled his smile at me, and said
‘You only ever need to get to the next break’
And dozed off.

Nick looks even more like an old fox when he’s asleep.

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