Shop set us up.
We would never have bought so much
Never that
I could have made it better
It was a spur of the moment thing
Impulse buy
Yes
How stupid
Not stupid, how dare anyone say that
Just in-cautious, rushed and un-calculated.
Is anything the Wrong thing at all we wonder.
Better leave serious thinking until after sunrise and let dreams repair the punctures.
TRYING TO KEEP IT HAPPY
Yes, I want to talk about happy things and smile and see everyone smile and sing and dance and all that good stuff.
Today, give me a moment, I can’t seem to do that.
Today the world is not complying with this happy thing.
War, latent destruction, dismal disregard and suchlike.
But I, soon after despair kicks me in the chest and belly at the same time, when I’m not looking, find the sky revealing sun and soaring proud eagles and then it is all searing happy moments.
No trying, just surprise. Only sweet and fine. Every time!
CRUNCH
The crunchy crisp apple.
The sound as I bite into the fruit, the skin gives, the juice and pulp gives its gift.
Refreshing in a way nothing else is, it seems to clean and restore to original condition.
A reliable thing.
If it’s a good one it gives predictable measure of cleansing and taste and the reverential feeling of doing you good.
STARTING TO THINK
At what age did I start to think.
Not the wondering whether I’d get extra ice cream, the curiosity that made me ask big questions.
Why are their bad politicians and no-one is susprised?
Why do we have problems we can solve…they’re still here.
Who is the wisest person in the world?
If bridges can be constructed so they never collapse why do bridges collapse all the time?
If being good makes you happy why do some good people seem so unhappy?
If we invented nuclear fusion why doesn’t everyone have water to drink that keeps them well instead of making them ill?
Why didn’t you tell me that asking the question doesn’t immediately solve the problem?
But the day came when I started to think “perhaps I can do that”.
It’s a start.
GROWING KNOWLEDGE
I loved reading the book, but how sad.
Sad that this was one I could not write.
Wrongly so. It turned out what I would write was enjoyed by many and even celebrated by some of them every year.
When you look up at a sculpture you might feel smaller, not that gargantuan eighteen feet tall.
When I looked skyward at the thirty stories of a new building, I wondered how I would ever get to the top.
Now, I am higher than the highest floor and my feet are planted firmly on the ground.
You can try a bit more
I think I have some in the cupboard
I’ll buy it for you
Tell me how you like it
Next time we’ll go together
Sound of tin and thunder
I hear the rumbling, the aggravation of rocks, the tremor of concerned skies.
There, beneath all that are the voices of tin. Surly yet weak and wavering they say things that cannot be true and even their songs fall short.
Here we are now with two coins and a banker’s table ready to count all the wrong things.
One day the crystal clear waters will ripple a bit when we mention these memories as if with a tremor of fear at the thought.
We’ve passed the clearing and can see the open vistas ahead.
What was learned thousands of years ago and seemed so solid is true.
And we can sing with strong voice, forte, vibrato-convinced.
Senses and sense, somnolent decor and fighting awakening with the energy of a sapling over time.
Dripping with laughter we saw an opportunity for continual life and learning.
Beckoned sweetly and with a frame, a reference become blurred by the waving hands of giants.
Some say something others not at all.
We are not tall not small and feel ready to break out of this sore and sodden middle ground.
Telling me things she’d never mentioned before, he swallowed as if a piece of chicken were caught unfortunately.
We are discovering time and we have answers simmering.
A day is too long and too short to stay.
We and they are together yet we did not see another person at the beginning
Trembling with amusement and gesturing with excitement not seen since the inception we cook up senses like a breakfast omelette
We just want to see you on holiday telling stories, jokes and witty verbal missives
The retreat to sounds, words and shapes should bring us to a conclusion
I know you know
I know you know what I’m thinking
I don’t need to tell you that
Or that
And those things will be obvious
And then
I wonder if you did know what I was thinking
Because I think you did not
This is coffee not tea
It’s Wednesday and you didn’t do what I thought you would on Tuesday
I wanted to live by the sea and we seem to be cradled halfway up the highest mountain I’ve ever seen
I know you said blue but I thought I would give you yellow
Never mentioned a thing
I wonder if you do know what I was thinking
I will not ask if you knew
Maybe I should not think