Misplaced Steps - Focus On The Difference

The biscuit box is empty

The Home Body poems are read

At least today’s consignment

For my father was also a wagon driver

Delivering concrete pavement edges

To the navvies laying new roads

In this way I empathise, sympathise

With the poet Rupi Kaur

Yet I feel there is distance between us

Which makes the point, to me at any rate

That nothing changes, which you may recognise

As a David Bowie album, from back in the day

I don’t have a lot more to say

That album includes Let’s Dance

And we did dance, in one of my stories

Light Years Away - Only To Return

So not too too bad

Not to have been admitted

To the inner sanctum

Of the society of thieves

Thirty-seven years ago

This past summer

Take care to check the date

You know how my memory is

If I turn to sculpture

Will it be

To learn the inside out

Of the rest of my mind

Particularly to practice

That return from infinity

Where surely, at least once

I am bound to have travelled

Disappointment - But Keep On Trying

I dislike intellectuals, mostly

Because I am not in their gang

But also because I believe they stole

That which I thought belonged to me

Back again

In the domain of intellectuals

Who have once more refused me

Entrance to join their ranks

This time though there is hope

As I walk past several Francis Bacon originals

Also a Giacometti

Whose standing woman appears to lean

Unlike the Healing Man Buddha

Who silently promises

To make well

All in my world and its surroundings

All That I Am - Some Things May Be Missing

I am nothing more

Than mind, body

Soul, eros, and spirit

Which

Through memories, observations, and dreams

Gift me feelings, thoughts, and ideas

Opportunities that allow me

To plot a way forwards, and sideways

Through this singular journey of my one life

One Way In - There May Be Many Others

It is a different kind of thing

A love out of nowhere

Other than from the meditations

Of the morning

What is it that I wish to achieve

What wishes might I reach for

How might I discover the truth

The truth of that which I am seeking

Not now knowing where to start

Or what the out-turns may be

Misunderstanding how this works

Or where and how to find the clarity