rest azured
when the mouse leaf chases its tail
the cat sits mesmerised
when the wind door rattles
the cat has her mad moment
as we call it
autumn of the spirit
as the year closes down
the fires are lit indoors and out
genuflection to the azure moon
what more dare i say
i think it is going snow
then i too am a poet
it is a paper chase of words
that have no idea that i have no idea where we are going
until the bell rings ‘all change! all change!’ but of course we have
it was
as boys
we sat on the high rocks
the warm ones with the german bullet
watching the log float downstream
wondering
as boys do
why the woman raised her arms
when the men pulled the log out
it was a real german bullet
it was
unintended
but to sit and to think
to write and to short-change time
these are the moments that ‘good’ intentions lose
it is the time for unintended consequences
a time so precious one does not recognise it
when it is sitting there alongside you
listen
that deep breath
there it is again
