Monday, 16 June 2025

Float along


That pressure gauge you think

Is inside your head

With its needle in the red

Is only a phantom.

 

It’s just a crowding of

Thoughts uninvited

Knocking incessantly

At your mind’s door.

 

That cosmic tick tock you think

Is counting you down

To judgement hour each day

Is contrived too.

 

Time is indifferent

To moments both meaningful

And trivial.

 

Its nature is to flow

And all you need to do

Is float along…

Tuesday, 3 June 2025

Decline

 


Entered the maze of memories

and retraced steps seeking

a clear pool of the familiar

and the unchanged, for the tired soul

to drink strength from,

so it could carry on…

 

Lost bearing in the dimness and

lost footing blinded by cobwebs

and fell through to the past…

 

Looked around and saw

the familiar had declined

and time had corroded

the contours of things and people

into obscure contorted masses.

 

The reserve of strength hoped for

had run dry from years of munificence

and I didn’t have enough

of what it needed to resuscitate.

 

I sat a few moments in its embrace

and left lighter than I’d come

with a promise that soon

I‘d come back holding

the tiny hands of the future

for one last hug.