The special occasion
requiring liaison
that brought us together
not now and forever
but for a brief time
when we both held the line
till something crumbled
and we knew we were rumbled
a future aghast
at the waste of the past
and when we both die
it'll be pie in the sky
and when we're both dead
there'll be no more to be said.
what is the essence therefore?
the invisible air we draw in?
the miracle breath we barely notice?
the space between things, that isn't really space
but this air again?
filled with thoughts, concerns, plans
- no time to reflect on air, breath, space
I breathe in and relax
I breathe out and rest my busy head
the little cherry bush blossoms pink
to celebrate early spring.
I lost what I was looking for,
forgot what I had searched for all my life.
The next moment everything returned
The next moment everything is new
and unknown.
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Observation in Winter
The wild cry of the dark-red sea
echoes to the ends of the Earth
past restless birds, perched on bare branches
and coloured, speckled, mountains and cliffs
till there is no more sound
no more sights to see,
only the memory of something fading from the mind.
Now,
disturbance from afar
interference enters me.
Pause the confusion
Establish restitution
everything softens
Now, a new now
the disturbance doesn't
the interference fades
rehabilitated
everything soft
quiet reigns
I found a single piece
of a jigsaw
underneath the television cabinet
I had no idea to what jigsaw it belonged.
We have some old ones in the loft
and it wasn't from one of those.
Most that we have done
have long since been gifted to charity shops.
So what to do with this solitary lonely piece?
I'll keep it, adopt it, ensure it feels valued.
It'll remind me of others who have been lost,
others whom I have lost,
and moments when I feel lost.
