Half to go later in the day
Half and half is always the way
That is if I have learned anything
From hours and hours
Of reading books and watching videos
To remember the greengrocer’s van
Home-made sledges in the snow
The feelings of hurt and angst
Then the leapfrog, to today
From the junior school playground
To the lounge listening to David Gray
What should I say
In recompense
For I feel
That an apology
Is in order
If only
To calm, or settle
My own persona
Before I might
Set about
The writing of the day
Tiffany lamps in the windows
Linen fragrance in the diffusers
Skin and bone in the trousers
Where might my mind be going
What is to be the contemplation
Now the mood is set and the music plays
I honestly don’t have any explanation
I don’t know if I ever do have
So, one step at a time, I keep going
The search is not for direction
Although a tune or two would be good
Some sort of guidance for the writing
If instead left to struggle
Working without a working light
Working out without working
I honestly can’t say
In truth I never was told
I take myself off
It is a pleasure of mine
Sometimes, when reading
A place will come to mind
And in a flash I am there
Breathing in the beauty
Not always is the place a place
Sometimes a person, with a perfume
Earlier, while reading Trying Not To Try
I flashed back to Madhyamaka
A Buddhist institution
A favourite of many visits
But tomorrow, yes
Where might tomorrow take me
Turning things over
Over time I turn things
Before I let them settle
Scared by the dream I had
Booking into an hotel
Wearing only a towel
After being refused at a B&B
Fearful of being left
To fend for myself
Rocking at the thought
Of such hopeless exposure