When there’s no answer on Google or
Too many and too frightening and
No knowledge in your body to tell your
Bones how to do what they should
How to pull your feet up and put them
There, on the next step, without thinking
Under the rest of your spine with all its
Grand thoughts of time and catching
A sunset via a riverside path or a quick
Nip across the bridge before the rain Spills over and the supper time hunger Takes hold and what? What were you
Saying? Stretching your mind through
Each tingling finger, gingerly curled bent
To keep the shaking at arms length
Hiding from yourself the quiver that
Delivers curdled messages up the Tracks into racks of pain dangling wee Teeth in front of a brain squeezed back into a
Blank corner, nothing on the wall now
That the..Now that the…Now that the
Heart is closing up shop and has Packed up all the memories but has left The hooks, thoughtful for the next guest.
Being Every Day 