Phil the creator

 The live environments jersey woollen and warm for the winter
for the routine check on those fish ponds into the valley
His small shed stacked with fish flakes
electrical cables twisted and tangled up to knee height

A liter of milk and a microwave meal
And back to work on the phone, to the farm, into town
A piece of fruit in the middle compartment
electric windows and the brick cell phone

Each time he checked on those fish it was a just a sip of ginger ale
Each time he pottered around his lil small town factory
it was a gulp of diet pepsi and a few uncertain choices
Few would query in, yet the courier sought a cure to his curiosity

Messy working spaces, busy with ideas, some random, some ordered
and the coffee flowed and the life force glowed
And a timeline formed with its own milestones and crazy twists and turns
Sudden emergencies became a monthy occurence

Thanks to that, life had meaning and the narrative of importance
suddenly had weight on the common folk
Other´s ears seemed hungry for convincing
The franchise was poured into separate glasses
caffeinated and swimming with life

The winter drizzle tries to steal a few more grams of energy
windless summer sweat occupying the furrowed brow
At the helm over the aquarium water
A filter for the coffee, a filter for the aquarium
yet no filter for the Phil who brought the world of waiting observers...

a few moments of joy