Direction

Am I tomorrow already today?

Am I forever, there's no way to say?

Even the future's not always the way

So should I look forward to yesterday?

I am Friday

I am Friday

unperturbed by the days of the week

I am last day

working hard to end with ease

slipping into slipper eves

ready for existence slow

ready for the final no.

Eons

sometimes it takes eons

to experience a moment

Reborn

I am opening up again

after a time away

a time away from time and place

a time away where dark worlds enclose around you

with a heartache that knows no rules or boundaries

I am stepping foot back in the realm

that crumbled me into ashes and dust

dust and ashes

fireless brimstone

spent existence

I am reborn

me

but me?

do I have to find out again

who I am

or who I might become?

to what end

to what end

this path?

does it matter so long as we enjoy the steps?

Choosing What to Wear

 I awoke to a fine sunny morning

in early July

but, this being Scotland,

I didn't know whether it was warm sunny

or deceptively cold

so I pondered what to wear

as so many Scots do every day.

I chose a not-quite-olive green gym top

but fearing the cold

- as I was going for a short walk -

I also took a zip-up fleece,

sort of Sherwood green

like the ones the local rangers wear at Chatelherault Park.

Then I heard the sound of sweet music in the distance,

flutes,

and I realised what it was,

confirmed by the louder bangs of a big drum.

Och it'll be nothing, I thought,

thinking of my choice of clothing.

I changed to my trusty old slightly-grey blue jumper

and it was fine.

And yet.

The Complainant

They complain in their head

and complain in their bed

when really they should

do something better instead

but they're wired to moan

and they all love a groan

when they're with their good friends

or when they're alone

They're happy with this

a complaint brings them bliss

and all things considered

they don't know what they miss.