She lifted
We raised together
However
She travelled further
I twisted
We turned forever
Nevertheless
I tried always to impress
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
She lifted
We raised together
However
She travelled further
I twisted
We turned forever
Nevertheless
I tried always to impress
Last summer
The conifer had to go
Its very presence
Was affecting the growth
Of a much prettier tree
Why oh why
Where they ever placed
So close together
Now I notice
In January
That the pretty tree
Itself has been trimmed
Several times before
Why oh why
Did they have to fight
For the same space
Think that thought
You know it can be done
Think the unthinkable
Although do know this
The unthinkable thought
Cannot be thought
Float on a cloud
Think
To experience and explain
The sensation
The weight
The colours
The observations
Swim
The unswimmable mile
Thinking all the while
I can do this
I will do this
I can
And I will
I for one
Think of breakfast
Sat alone often
Although returning
Many times
To many places
To think
Similar thoughts
Of past
And potential
Futures
Walking
To the café
Alone
In the country
Many places
Tourist traps
As well as on salt marshes
I think of you