If a fly
in a room without a window and only one light source
was happily flying round and round
and found itself suddenly plunged
into total darkness
(something in nature that never happens),
what then does the fly do
if it can’t see where it’s going?
I am afraid. But worse is hope: Like a vole,
airlifted to safety from this dangerous world
by a kestrel, I cling to its talons. “This ride is free,”
says the bird. At last I am going places. But Continue reading “Hopes and Fears”
Wandered from the Land of Nowhere
you and I once more will lose our way,
and all we are or mean or do
is all we were or meant or did
so soon; Continue reading “From Nowhere”
A gull on the street
ignored all feet. Stopping, I
made it almost fly.
When the people are told
what the people want,
and what they want
is all that’s offered,
then they will learn to value
less and less
more and more.
This is called democracy,
the Will of the people,
and it seems to work.
Who would have thought!
I died and became a swan.
Now the sky is my domain;
the river is a country lane;
the people gasp when I step out
to look them sternly in the eye.
Ah, yes, they see me now,
But first I had to die.
The world has come to me.
Flags I see. And lists of countries
far away. Continue reading “The Blogger and the Message”
I sing of the rat, an anthem for a king
disregarded in palatial scum.
Though millions would scream your name,
few have seen your modest train Continue reading “Ratcatcher”
Unfinished – a word so final.
Living in Expectation without a visa,
he came to realize that to cease to do
is to cease to be.
His heart, broken, moved at last,
had one more beat to count
before the end
and grimly he noted for how long,
and for what final act,
the world was waiting.
My old Dad once said: “Son,
there’s one thing you should know.
One thing you should never forget,
whatever happens in your life, Continue reading “My Old Dad”
The universe, the universe!
It’s just too big but Mind is worse.
I wake up lost and far away
from the Planet Yesterday.
The pigeon shook the crust
but lost its grip:
over the shoulder
the morsel flew Continue reading “Mea Culpa”
A crow was strolling
in the precincts St Philips,
her feathers inflated to increase her size,
and she stopped, once or twice, Continue reading “A Message from a Crow”
God may be omnipotent,
or maybe there’s no time.
Perhaps not even He
can make the number three
no longer prime.