Cooling down
Going quiet
After a bodily engagement
Settling down
Being quiet
After a mindful resurgence
Out of down
Into quiet
After a presence emergent
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
Cooling down
Going quiet
After a bodily engagement
Settling down
Being quiet
After a mindful resurgence
Out of down
Into quiet
After a presence emergent
All around
Yes, both nearby
And far away
The discrepancies arise
Nothing is
As anything ever was
So why think to repeat
The thing you thought was only quite good
Better surely
To strike out for the new
To take the adventure
By the scruff of the neck
But how to do that
The Algarve; entirely by chance
Ireland; a real leap of faith
Atrium Prestige; no personal recommendations
Other than
All of those memories
About Leonard Cohen
And his muse, and his music
But back to now; the yellow and blue
Or anywhere nearby
Is surely off-limits
As also is crossing that airspace
How to dismantle
Such a thing
As I alone
Have constructed
To take a mallet
And a chisel
To the white block
Of plaster of Paris
To take a wash
Of a darker colour
To the study
Of plants and flowers
How to disassemble
Such a piece of work
As I alone
Have created
To take a sonnet
Or a limerick
To the free verse
Of another’s life
How to destroy
A lover
With the obsessiveness
Which I alone created
A new citizenship
For an old citizen
Of the other place
Boxes ticked
Facts cross-checked
All parameters sworn into
And what of the status
Does it allow the purchase of a home
Or a position of permanent employment
That you should meet their criteria
Shows how quickly time passes
Or how slow is my distant recall
That I always returned
To this island, nay county, of my birth
Shows a marked lack of real adventure
That this is your third island
Of substantial habitation
Perhaps shows a stable wanderer
Yet, for me, as a writer
Every day a new citizen
Every day an old mantra
The first telephone conversation
Would likely have been in late September
Because we had examinations in mid-October
In between those dates
I had been on a revision weekend
In Gladstone’s library, at Hawarden, North Wales
Tears
And pain
And love
Love
And pain
And tears
We had been
Together, and apart
Apart, and together
The first departure
To call it such a thing
Was without determination
Hello
And hello
And hello again
Goodbye
Yes, goodbye
Or may it be au revoir
The first kiss was in…
On a campus university
At an OU summer school
I had been
Beside myself with certainty
I hoped you would understand