you took me by the hand
said that i could dance
this would be my chance
to change forever
i found myself at bejowan barns
also on the beach at watergate bay
fifty years after the event
of rip tides and sunstroke
here i am on the sands
without my iphone camera
watching the surf school
parents and children
a cool breeze blows
sixteen degrees and no more
with combative dark clouds
above and behind me
vulnerability
i you and you I
riven apart
both as destroyers
yet also
a true source
of life at the top
of the glorious iceberg
itself melting
at a pace
which only it knows how
one which we never discovered
time is only time
isn’t it
but what about thought
are time and thought
separable or inseparable
and those lines
which transgress or cross over
in whose house do they belong
between the blue skies
and the sandbanks
the rain falls
with love and joy
before the lock gates
and the edge of the city
the entrances open
for a first parade
behind the one door
and the hopes for the future
the book is closed
to reason no more
labour of love
what does it all mean
already the ear is listening
was it van gogh’s or munch’s scream
what do I care
what those others say or do
the words are mine and yours
we must work them through
just as in meditation
all and nothing is what is lost
contemplation with visualisation
writing and reading at what a cost
far far away also closer to home
see how the lover feels
as we dance to the music
with the jives and the reels
