I have no tears
Yet not without reason
For I do reach out
To put myself into darkness
What there to find
Other than stitched together patches
Of right, wrong, and worst of all
Abysmally indifferent
I did dress well
Several of you said so
Yet only the twisted trees
How to be
So confused
Not even to know
How or why to worry
To feel quite low
Even though
There is no need
For any despondency
Except that you throw
Your self to the wolves
And as we can show
Half to go later in the day
Half and half is always the way
That is if I have learned anything
From hours and hours
Of reading books and watching videos
To remember the greengrocer’s van
Home-made sledges in the snow
The feelings of hurt and angst
Then the leapfrog, to today
From the junior school playground
To the lounge listening to David Gray
What should I say
In recompense
For I feel
That an apology
Is in order
If only
To calm, or settle
My own persona
Before I might
Set about
The writing of the day
Tiffany lamps in the windows
Linen fragrance in the diffusers
Skin and bone in the trousers
Where might my mind be going
What is to be the contemplation
Now the mood is set and the music plays
I honestly don’t have any explanation
I don’t know if I ever do have
So, one step at a time, I keep going
The search is not for direction
Although a tune or two would be good
Some sort of guidance for the writing
If instead left to struggle
Working without a working light
Working out without working
I honestly can’t say
In truth I never was told