Eve of midsummer’s eve
What can you do to
Take the weight out of it
This thing that is fate?
I bear no grudge if
Life’s chosen to let
Me slide down for
A while. I have been
At the bottom of it
Well before. I was unwell
I can do that quite well
In a quiet well, expecting
Noone to drop a rope
Down into my dark, I’m
Stark now in the nakedness
Of hope unfulfilled, I’ll
Hark now to every drip
That drops on my unstroked
Hair, and let it echo up
The hollowness into the
Light at the top that was
Always there and will be
For me at some point in
Time I will see once my
Eyes have grown accustomed
To the dark again and yawn
Wide for fresh air, ready to
Draw breath to revive this year’s Life.
Being Every Day 