Splinters

Photograph to illustrate poem, 'Splinters'

St Bartholomews Church, Smithfields, London.

Splinters

 

I would do something today

Like explode a myth

Or put air around a tired thought

And smile from ear to ear

In a public space

 

Oh yes, I would

And be generally, emphatically, me

This denizen, this soul

A growing remembrance

Of a life more or less explored

 

I would

And be less confused

More playful

More generous

Just once

 

Because

This blank page is like a day

Full of atoms that may break

Ignite or fall away

Knock on wood.

All souls alert

 

All souls alert 

Man down

In a careless thought

The breach was found

Fractions measure

Goals

Lost and bound

 

So mistakes made

In an instant

Will compound

 

All future movement

The best endeavours

Lost in cloud

 

Vague memories

Mourn false hope

So cling. Hold fast

 

To instinct

Best laid plans

And magic

 

For peace resides

In the simple

In clarity

 

Not in a mind that’s closed

But in the yearning space

Where love resides