Glimpse

I won't ever see you again

I don't honestly know that I saw you before

Breast, free of brassiere

Impeached by a tee-shirt

Assisted by a low-cut cardigan

Half a globe of silicone gel

Impressed

Half a bowl of wobbly jelly

Held steady

The train is due around mid-day, as always

It will arrive, it will depart

Petit athletic frame

Yet in no small way at all

Elegant, fluid, erect

Half a mind to call and say

Expressed

Half a kind of love

Warm, ready

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Vague, feint

A pub

On the corner

Only a few doors from my flat

After tea, nothing else to do

But only a couple of pints, not to get inebriated

Deserted snug room

Well worn, four-legged tables

Fabric covered seats

Old barman, with no desire for conversation

Read the Western Morning News

Killed time

Walked back to an empty home

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Flash non-fiction (never impossible to try)

It struck me, in that instant

As I drove away from the railway station

The girl, on her mobile phone

She had difficulty with comprehension

The old men in the pub; roast Sunday lunch

They had friends, newspapers, beer and conversation

Impossible thoughts lingered; whale riders

Bungee jumpers and presidents of the world

Impossible thoughts of eternity that allow

All things to become all things whatever

The joy of sharing distant yet close experiences

Explicit moment; I did not know what he was thinking

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Another's memory

There we go, parting

Hopes

Starting all over again

Bird droppings

On the bonnet

Corn high up on the hill

Words seemed

Once forgotten

Shakespeare was instilled

There we go, starting

Hopes

Parting all over again

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The long and the short of a part of my life Volume 1 Final Page

I take coffee

A croissant spread with fresh honey

Today is Health & Safety training day

Darkness came easier than silence

Insulated door pulled to

Flick of the table lamp switch

There you have it

Intense black

Complete & utter absence of light

Yet sit back, in the armchair

Hear the children call

Hear birds in the garden

Hear the wind

Whistle over the rooftops

Hear the heartbeat

Followed by the breath

Drawn a little slimmer

Stillness comes and goes

It is a pleasure

Yet to hold on to

Damn those undercurrents

Feel the need to move, to do

To make a gesture

To talk, to work

To graft

In some way, shape, or form

Hear the clock, tick-tock

Hear the car drive by

Hear the singer

On the radio

Hear the drumbeat

Followed by the love line

Drawn a little thinner

Howl, continuum of vibration

In the roof-space

Down the chimney

Also

Amongst the physical being

Just to talk to you

To think of you

Just that brought a smile

To a noisy day; worked out

In the search for ambient silence

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