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Saturday 13 March 2021

Referential

I used to be a near-on champagne socialist
Now I am almost a champagne Buddhist
No commitment then, back then
No commitment also, here and now

Would it change our memories
If summer was one day long
If summer enchanted us
With its beauty all day long

The same for autumn, winter, or spring
If we fully tasted that one day
If we could cast it wilfully
Into our one day of consciousness

I used to be in the woods
Or on the beach
Yet now, for many reasons
I am in my mind


Friday 12 March 2021

Planted Out

This house is not my house
This garden is not my garden
I do feel this
More and more each day

I do not have my own space
Nor doubt I ever will
I am always in a shared space
Even when you are still

I also am often still
For with no room to go to
And no row of beans to grow
I stay away from horticulture

Thursday 11 March 2021

Tactile

I place an egg-shaped stone
On the arm of the garden seat
It is not a great or grand thing
Though it gifts me a smile

And as I write that
The sun comes out
To make the reflection on the paper
One of intense light, immense energy

Yet I press on
For I know shadows will arrive
Either from the clouds
Or from my presence within


Wednesday 10 March 2021

Clothes Horse

It is the middle of May
I am sixty-eight years old
I didn’t go to India as a younger man
Nor did I become a Buddhist
When the opportunity offered itself
I wear a sea blue polo shirt by Superdry
White denim jeans by Gap
And turquoise, colour-burst
Cotton socks courtesy of Sock Shop
My auburn hair is permed, though not yet
Washed or brushed or combed today
It is several days since I shaved
And it will be several more until I do
I have walked down the garden
To write these words
I hope you approve

Tuesday 9 March 2021

Let It Lie

There are other places to write
Yet, right now, in this Twombly book
Feels like the best place to write

Maybe it is because this book
Is nearing its end as a place to write
Soon I will have to start another book

Yet this book, it has been a good companion
I care for the feel of the cover
Also for the smooth pages within

There will be a sadness when it is over
When it is stored away
As another part of the year Twenty-Twenty