Thoughts on Time
That’s time – always on the move
That’s the border – loathe to budge an
inch
And that’s the wind – regardless of
the fence.
No passport. No ticket. Smuggling
stories
And the sweet drops of rain.
In the middle of the ocean
Afloat on the equator
Along the middle of the earth
Arms flung outwards
On the dateline.
North-South.
East-West.
Yesterday - Today.
Summer – Winter.
Last year – This year.
A millennium apart.
This moment in time.
The wind just smiled and blew
along.
The clouds drifted like every
other day.
The gulls, they called their
usual cries.
While I was busy
Marking borders. Marking
time.
Putting Together the Broken Pieces of
an Imperfect World
No, it wasn’t a crash
Just a quiet affair
But the pieces fell apart all right.
Unobtrusive. Silent.
The beginning was lost
In the middle of nowhere.
Now the silence is deafening.
Words reduced to ashes
Swirling in a misty haze
Where eyes once locked in knowing;
Vast confines of spaces
In narrow alleyways of time.
Give me the broken pieces
One by one
I might still make sense
Of the familiar jagged edges.
There must be a song somewhere
In this medley of thorns.
Perhaps a bud
or two
That had just forgotten to bloom.
Thinking About Morpurgo’s War Horse
Shy, quiet creature that I am
Foreigner in a foreign land
Amid mines and flares and trenches
No fields, no streams, just sodden sand.
The little boy who rubbed me dry
My first night in the stable stall
I dream of him each aching night
Tired, lonely, hungry and cold.
The gunshots never, never cease
Nor the cries, nor the wails, nor the moans
Of the lads who were sold
Sweet dreams of glory; valour they must own.
Pastures turned to wasteland
Rivulets into bloody flows
What good the dreams you sold those boys
Broken, bereft, now comatose?
We cringe together, my soldier and I
Each time the canon roars
I start and shy and he sits still
But trembling in his soul.
I’m a war horse in a strange land
My home is far away
Lined with gorse and hay and heather
On a farm by the bay.
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