I stand
I stand there
As only I may remember
As only you may recall
I stand
Looking both ways
Wondering
Which way to go
I stand
Outside your window
Knowing, that this time
This time will stay with me
That the years
Only intensify
The unknowingness
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
I stand
I stand there
As only I may remember
As only you may recall
I stand
Looking both ways
Wondering
Which way to go
I stand
Outside your window
Knowing, that this time
This time will stay with me
That the years
Only intensify
The unknowingness
I have no tears
Yet not without reason
For I do reach out
To put myself into darkness
What there to find
Other than stitched together patches
Of right, wrong, and worst of all
Abysmally indifferent
I did dress well
Several of you said so
Yet only the twisted trees
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