let you be

if YOU need MORE the CAR will SHOW the WAY
on ROAD we GO, or LAND not KNOWN to SAY
sit BACK and CHILL the SEED is NOW a TREE
the HILLS sweep LOW, a BELL does RING for THEE

we PARK not FAR to WALK the REST on GRASS
the WOOD has GROWN, all GREEN now HIDES the PASS
a SCENT of SEA or SALT to SAND and BLUE
we TRACK a STREAM, you KNOW it LEADS us THROUGH

on CHALK our STEPS drift DUST to AIR and LIGHT
the HOUSE we KNOW, is DARK and STANDS on WHITE
a GATE is DONE the BEACH at LAST in VIEW
with THOUGHTS we SIT, no WORDS i SAY to YOU

no CROWD will COME we SHARE this SPACE aLONE
no TIME is LOST, the ROCKS beCOME your THRONE
we WAVE goodBYE it’s TIME to LET you BE
i LEAVE you HERE, the PLACE you LOVE found ME

corner shop

Inside the local corner-shop, I located most of my list
Except for the Marmite, the only item missed
Asked a busy shop assistant, feeling tired on my feet
She looked at me strangely and asked me to repeat

I said the sentence slowly, she said it back to me
Initially saying no, then dashing down aisle three
All shelves checked up & down, said no to me once more
Shook her head apologetically and asked me what it’s for

I glimpsed a row of Marmite jars, sat on the bottom shelf
Pointed blurting there that’s them, hopping like an elf
Picking up a pot, Marm – mite I heard her say
I told her yes – that’s the one and to have a lovely day

Grabbing hold my basket, said she’d help me to the till
I told her really I’m fine thank you, how I held no ill-will
At checkout a pepper chose not to scan, I knew just what this meant
Help got called and along she came, skipping as she went

The label flattened by her thumb, the scanner made a beep
A triumphant smile crossed her face, eyes closed as if asleep
I paid the bill while thanking her, then made towards the door
Around my legs a rugby tackle, sent me tumbling to the floor

Your change young sir, your change, it’s something you forgot
Staring at me hand held out, it really was not a lot
Standing up both brushing down, a third thank-you in a row
I gestured towards a charity tin, saying I really had to go.

 

i repeat myself

I wonder of the last meaningful word I’ll utter, mutter,
perhaps merely think of, for that matter,
if I have lost the desire or ability to speak.
As a baby, I know for sure,
repetition formed my world.
Habits grew.
The least most era, spiked around my teens.
But since then, an ever decreasing and spiralling descent has closed in around me
with usage of the same words and phrases, the same dialogues and stories.
My time will come, when without realising I tell my own children,
of an episode I have told to them only a short while before.
I can imagine their patient faces.
Unless, I am able to do an unknown, unspecified thing about this now,
stop all this repeating
and say something new.

Rain

‘THE WETTEST AUGUST SINCE RECORDS BEGAN’ declared the banner,

Held aloft by the crazy man,

Walking the centre of the road,

In his plastic anorak, wellies, and nothing much else.

Sitting northwards of the jet-stream,

Great Britain took the rainfall,

Normally divided up between all of Europe’s lands.

Instead, the continent baked,

While the UK became sodden.

Experiencing precipitation,

For prolonged periods,

Every,

Single,

Day,

And night,

In August, 2017.

Her Finger Up My Nose

A tourist in town, quickly swiveled around. An arm extended upwards, pointing.

Before I could move, a finger went up my nose and my head tilted onto a 45 degree axis.

 

I reached onto tippy-toes to disengage, but slipped back down onto the soles of my feet.

The fit of the digit was snug, way better than any one of my own.

 

My arms swayed gently, while I waited for the expected withdrawal.

I hoped her finger was clean, it seemed to smell okay to me.

 

A look of shock had crossed her face, perplexed, she froze.

I remained impaled, until passersby assisted, lifting me free.

First Run in 5 Years

So,

I ran.

And I walked,

In between running.

It seemed a sensible thing.

…..

I did not absorb the natural surroundings.

I tried, but couldn’t fix my attention on sights or sounds.

My thoughts were focused on the present, when I’d next walk,

When I’d next run, looking for markers, that bench there,

A tree here, when this person walks past.

….

A mix of runners, walkers, lovers & friends.

Couples seated on benches, in quiet conversation.

Older, married couples, strolling in the morning sun.

Not so much conversation with them, I noted.

Enough has been said, over all the years.

Some muscles pulled gently,

I eased off in response.

Quickly felt tired,

30 mins,

Quit.

..

Until

Next week,

When I’ll try again,

Maybe only 30 minutes.

Slowly, but surely build up.

.