The arguments in my mind
Or debates if you prefer
Are brought on by my having the time
Which rising early grants to me
If only I was a little warmer
If only when the alarm went off
I wasn’t so so deeply asleep
With little desire for waking
However my meditation calls me
As does my morning pot of tea
That and the engaging prospect
Of living for a while inside my mind
The painting fell off the wall yesterday
So now I look at a blank space
Which will be filled with artefacts
Or photographs once chosen
I hear my head turn
And wonder how to say
That in that doubt filled moment
I didn’t understand much at all
And yes the train may have stopped
As it did for Anna Karenina
But was the poet on board
Or was he observing from the platform
In any event that was yesterday
Today the story means a little less
It is on the pathway to being forgotten
Before the climb, before the fall
