The dark has been so long
the cold has been so deep,
the new buds barely there
stretching in the springtime heat,
reflecting on the roots of change
time for fresh new thinking.
Heat today, hottest April record,
left garden scorching, plants wilting:
pot plant bowed head, thirst making humble.
Heat relentless, leaving sweat on brows,
blisters on hastily sandalled feet.
Sun’s heat, all invading:
down necks, armpits pools of
awkward, seeping sweat,
other flesh clammy to touch.
Sunshine welcome, lifting mood.
Heat dense, suffocating, sucking:
creating craving for whirl of air.
Weeds grow, inch by hourly inch,
loving power, stealth through hedgerow.
She rose in the morning
as she always did
entering the caravan
to wake them all up.
Except the caravan
a different id
another joke, get over it.
Video games give a great reminder of lives
too short, and too easily run over;
these days, easily re-built or re-booted,
according to your app, or whatever’s closer.
Your avatar lives as though a real you,
ducking, diving, dashing – always a fight
to save your last life, as though those before
the last one didn’t count for nought.
Except the reality of play is a metaphor of real.
Why play at life, when it’s a fragile gift.
Here and gone in a heartbeat, it is.
Like a game, life’s time is swift.
I have two choices in life, as I peruse
the menu of the near middle-aged:
to close my heart, keep it starved,
or remain open to all manner of plates.
A closed heart is cruel, deluded,
refusing the delicacies of life,
complains about service, never leaves a tip,
self-righteously deprived of that extra slice.
An open heart can skip to the table
that’s rich with the finest cuisine,
selects the plump, the juice, the core,
and dines with the grace of a queen.
Hard-of-heart leaves me safe but cold.
An open heart is at risk of hurt.
Hard-of-heart picks at the bones of life.
Open heart eats starter, mains, dessert.
I’m putting my order in now…
On a good day I see in the flames
a dancing horse, swishing tail
head upright, ears aloft,
prancing to the heat of the fire,
soul alight with joy.
On a bad day I see in the flames
a devilish anger that burns down
all my hard work, a ghoulish glee
that turns my dreams to ash,
hope depleted, plans destroyed.