There it is
The new car has been ordered
Another random reflex reaction
On my way to PE22 7NA
This time it is a Kia
My brother an ex mechanic
Speaks very highly of them
Anyway it is Interstellar Metallic Grey
I did seek approval
Not wishing nor wanting to surprise
I don’t know the deeper thoughts
But put on the spot she said yes
Its due to be collected
This time Friday week
After my retreat with the Bamford Quakers
Who may or may not have anything to say
You will know
Where I have been
As you also have shared
Where I am going
With your friends and our friends
Is there any discrimination
For instance I do know
You have told of the rent I am to pay
Is this fair
That my life enters the public domain
Without question or thought
As to my feelings
It is too too late now
What is spoken cannot be rescinded
All I can hope is that due to its unimportance
It will soon be forgotten
Step by step
Long arms
Hunched shoulders
A Breton T-shirt
Beneath his canvas jacket
It is as if
He was looking at me
As I was walking
But he passed by
Without saying a word
The fishing man too
Is also all alone
Yet he does appear
To have a purpose and a method
For his support of solitude
Should I have lunch
How late was breakfast
Isn’t my body supposed to tell me
All that I need to know
Yet today it doesn’t seem to want to
I am not
Or have not turned out to be
Who I thought I was
Even if I helped to forge
Your misapprehension
Yes I did write poetry
But that was for many reasons
Too many to talk about now
Even if we could
But of course now there is no reason
Another beach café filled
With older people such as you and I
This time the sand is brown
And supports a fisherman with rod and line
Fishing in the anything but azure blue sea
The very place where a few summers ago
Daughter, grandsons and you
Talked to another fisherman
Who told the young boys he was after shark
But I said, not to believe all that you are told
