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Saturday, 12 October 2013

What If The Fish And The Eye Were One?


i
seeking knowledge
fish sank deep into the pool of understanding
keeping a weather eye open
nothing could persuade him of otherwise

ii
she stood in the doorway
it was raining
and the dream was black and white
as he remembered
Casablanca, he recalled
his mum waiting at the station for her lover
before the war
just in time to catch the last bus
then he’d have to walk back
with a warm glow inside
none of it seemed to matter just now and yet
everything was of consuming importance
the waiting
the walking
the ordinary everyday
extraordinariness of it all
in a flash
slow flash
slow motion flash
over in a second
whatever that was it was a near miss.

iii
He visited me again the old boy with his dog.
said
new story
new ways
just have a go
a try or something
a stab at it at least
there are no mistakes
only better failures

iv
in the moment be taken
let certainties be broken
earth looms large
cold clay beckons
life expectancy
immaterial
breath
in
out
wanted
yes!
loved
yes!

v
dust in my eye again
or will I admit a tear
a weak tear
a weak tea
just a bit of bread broken
over the table
crumbs fall
life passes by
winter prepares to clothe the world
the damage is done
there is only now
ever was
and will be
(he wanted to say Amen).