Tuesday, 18 February 2014

something at least

lack of engagement 
in some sort of discourse 
within a formal academic environment takes its toll 
I see no glimpse of bright sun dawning on that horizon
winter’s dark cloak of wet and windy threads 
provide little opportunity on the allotment
spring comes by the moment 
a bee bumbled something 
crossing my path this morning 
as I unlocked the allotment gate
seeking consolation:
Either/ Or (such a  binary construction)
Antoninus begets Kierkegaard begets Eliot
at any rate “You can begin a new life. 
Only see things afresh as you used to see them. 
In this consists new life.”
provides a handhold
and an opportunity
to stick my foot in it.