Simmering

Simmering

 

a white rag rides on the wind

flip flopping on the urgent breath

that rasps against roofs and eaves

as it complains against closed spaces

 

beneath all this I sit and stew

a quiet thing, compressed

alone in the vessel of my separateness

acquiring a taste for solitude

 

and gaze with growing detachment

at the scrap of white as it waves

with a careless detachment outside

receding into an unknowable distance

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

 

Sobering to think

Each second

Each instant

Is loaded

 

We only need

To harvest

Potential

To ignite a spark

 

‘Only’ is preposterous

We angle at

A magic trick

The sleek back of a bullet

 

And somehow

In that ‘seized moment’

We are aligned

Past and future present

 

A marvellous particle

Immaculate on the back

Of fusion

And so we come and go

Man O’ War

Man O' War

Man O’ War

Man O’ War

 

Stragglers that languish

In the sea of consciousness

Drift and hope, almost gripped

By ennui

Though sometimes the strands of thought

Go fishing and drag watery membranes

Against a flowing tide of loss

To snare or snatch at luminescence

 

Electric sparks of colour

 

Illuminate a word or thought

And travel quickly to the lode

That mother ship

Where all the others jostle

In their queues of confusion

Simpering and damp with memory

Oh, I am host to all of those

Nervous tics

 

Electric sparks of colour

 

Sucked-up through tendrils

That tremble on the oceans currents

As dreams weave amongst the fathoms

Forever present in the swell

And ready to vanish on a tide

With the broiling enigma

In a long tangle

Of DNA

 

Electric sparks of colour

A seconds’ thought

A seconds thought

A seconds’ thought

Morning meditation

Can be disruptive

When questions crowd in

And clamour at the roots of sanity

For doubt is the great divider

Allowing me to enquire

Just as the child once did

Why?

For all that I have seen

And everything I think I know

Is awash

Dampened by doubt

That will fret and pull

And make nervous the certainties

Handed down through histories

Woven into me

 

So, a new day is born

Another unit in my shifting passage

My chance to honour meaning

Salute the depth

The gravity of being