How far away
Do you need to be
Before I can
No longer hear you
Is it more
Or less
Than the distance
Of sight
Would either
Stretch
Be your choice
Or mine
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
How far away
Do you need to be
Before I can
No longer hear you
Is it more
Or less
Than the distance
Of sight
Would either
Stretch
Be your choice
Or mine
The bell has not yet rung
But I’m here anyway
Oh, there it goes
Which means meditation starts
In ten minutes time
The heavy rain
Came on Tuesday afternoon
When Emma rang
And Dave said he can’t be arsed
To find out about Taylor Swift
Tomorrow
Will be a brighter day
With a change of socks
But for now
There has to be shelter
Yes, first thing
In the morning
Before
Anyone else jumps in
Or slips on the soap
It’s more than mist
It’s rain
It’s grey skies
But I don’t mind
I’m ok with that
I am indoors
But yes
I would happily
Stand outdoors
Perhaps not naked
But just bare enough
To remember
That bus-stop
On the way
To my children
Oh
I think it’s set in
For the day
How quiet it is
How quiet are you
How warm it is
How warm are you
Pare it back
Go deeper
Explore then
Further than ever
I was ok
One to one
I even coped
With one more
How noisy it became
How noisy it was for you
How calm it is
How calm are you
Into the mist
Those water filled
Droplets of joy
Access to trees
To grass
To sheep
All of this
After the library
Changing the world
Tomorrow
I will shower
I say that
And for certain
It is meant
Right here right now