Three rooms downstairs
Kitchen
Sitting room
Bathroom
Two rooms upstairs
Bedroom and Study
I haven’t yet
Spent much time
In the study
I have though
Been rather longer
In the sitting room
Which looks out
Onto the green
It is where I start my day
With meditation
Also on the laptop
Updating my details
The fireplace
So I am told
Is like my younger brother’s
Mother-in-laws
But mine for now is adorned
With my Buddha
Here to meet you
After a band
Of forgetfulness
Here to convince
Whoever needs
To be convinced
That terra-firma
Will be found
Around the corner
And when the architect
First drew his sketches
Who else saw what he saw
The smokers
Are the first to leave
Followed by the undertakers
As the mourners
Drive away
I recognise my car
It is light
Time is here
For the all of time
It is day
It is autumn
Sunlight is here
Sunlight all through autumn
Flowers sway
Branches too
It is morning
Morning for the all of the day
The last thread
The final length
Of cotton
From the bog
Into the unknowing
All apparently known
By those who know
Or thought they did
Passing around
Pebbles
And mortar boards
In a minimalist way
Pushing out
Into the morning mist
On a rowing boat
Of your own making
Settling for
A stillness not yet found
Nor likely to be found
Among the forgetful chaos
Everything
Needing to be done
Two times
Say it again
Say it more slowly
Become present with the presence
Lock age door
Turn off the electricity
Put the key in the bowl
Do them all again
But this time
In the right order
And write
Every day
Do not lose your motor-mechanisms
Every day mind you
With the date
So you will know
You will know for certain
The very date
That this thing happened
