Waiting On

I was already out there

And several times

I had been rejected

I knew of rejection

And doubt, its not yet

Too apparent bedfellow

But I was loud

Also foolish; yes

I pressed on

Unrelenting, relentless

I had many sores

Still to pick

Or to pour over

Stood at the bar

Watching you dancing

Waiting for the interval

Or the intermission

As it’s called in the movies

Where I would

Most definitely

Have bought you a vanilla ice-cream

Of course you could have refused it

But why would you

It wasn’t for anything

Touched By Timing

All those pages of handwriting

With sloping margins

What is that all about

How easily do I trawl

My deep sub-conscious

All those skies full of rain

Around the silver and the grey

Where does the wind rise

So far from the raging seas

Of our universal unconscious

What then of the smoke

From the small shed’s chimney

Who did light the fire

On the warmest day of winter

When the weather gifts consciousness

And so the clock chimes

After who knows how many years

See just what can be achieved

Through the turning of a key

In the half-light of the semi-conscious

Divination

The sleeves on my vest

Or base layer as Finisterre

Choose to call it, ride up

To sit above my elbows

It is a minor irritation

Although I am not sure

That it warrants a complaint

But perhaps a query to quality control

Instead to watch Gen Kelsang Nyema

Focussing on the positive frame of mind

I am asked to sit comfortably

Feet on the floor, hands in my lap

Which is much as I began the day

And so so settled did I become

That sleep welcomed me into its house

Until the meditation alarm woke me

And now I have been told

That I am infallible, though

I do believe sarcasm may be involved

I would anyway have preferred unfathomable

Like the bicycling man from Sheffield

Who followed his dream

Or rather he followed his gut instinct

And all turned out, sort of, ok

Unperturbed

No news is good news

Although the news is not due

Until this time next week

Other news

Is also outstanding

Yet without much hope

Light shines

As light falls

At a slant, at a time

When what else

Comes to mind, comes to mind

From who knows where

There was that time

No, truly there was

I’m sure I remember

In any case I smile

And why wouldn’t I

With so so little on my mind

It is the quiet moments

The slow moving stillness

Which echoes, or reflects the clatter

Stealth

Outpatients department

Grantham hospital

Oral Surgery & Orthodontics

Who knows what’s next

Who knows why

Who knows where

No butterflies or songbirds

No beech tree or aspen

No coffee, or tea

But lots of receptionists

Three so far

Have passed me onto the next one

Perhaps it is the new payment system

That’s left the car park so empty

Must remember to pay before I go

My Covid test results

Did not come through

Though Kate said I would be negative

I don’t know

Whether to take that as a compliment

Or if I ought not to pay anyway