As sure as fire is hot,
Moons move. The thing I am now will
Swap places with another
All is equal at the sun atomic level.
No questioning reality,
Expect it of anything
Time is constant, possibly.
Some stars have made it to our eyes in
An everlasting instant
Night’s gates are never shut and
Dreams escape to play with
Light and break the rules
That make no sense to gods
Who rule lines through the
Signs that say “No ball games”
When the Sun is brazenly
Shining on every ring of
Saturn and every blade
Of grass, as it plays
Ball with us and the stars
And makes Heaven and Earth one.
Today I got double vision
And then it disappeared after
I gave away all my coins
Today I had a headache and crowding
Teeth and they eased after
I gave away all my coins
Today, I bought three hot chocs
From three different vendors –
Ate an apple with each.
I avoided potatoes and tomatoes and Tried to delete some habitual thoughts and guilt
Today was not the best day nor the worst day but it could have been better but then I forget
The double vision that came and went,
The headache and teeth,
If these had stayed, who could I be?
No capacity to look out and look in, in Comfort
Thanks to ‘Give your spare change to a good cause’ for the great deal.
Today was as all days, the best day, the Only way on, wherein everything that ever was or is, will be.
You think you’ve taken a step on
And it’s real, it feels right and yet
Cannot be tested against experience
It’s too new, not comparable.
And so you surmise there’s no going back
Or round again, from this there is no return To the land of mist and fog and repeating seasons
This is a bit of the new world where the
Heat is always on and the people are always hot,
Like Tahiti.
And you think Yes, I’ve done it, I’ve let go of it all,
The past, the chains, the blame, the hates, the likes and
Lives and loves and that bloody whirr of helicopters taking
Sleep to A and E.
Then, from this, this paradise, this wonderland where
Everything in your body and soul works like the most pitch-perfect
Beachboy song, you find that every now and then the
Coconuts sound like the old doubts and your vision blurs
Like Eve’s and everything you eat hooks your soul like bait.
And so you swim and strive and spit and row out as far as you
Can while you spit and sweat and burn and raw your hide and
Hide your anger from the beauty and the sky everywhere smiling back at you.
It is the feeling of being
Cradled,
No matter what you’ve left
Unconfessed.
It is the feeling of being
Warmed,
No matter how many scars
Deface you.
You are a world in a
Man, you are my heart in
My hand and my stomach
In a cup that can never
Be drained, you warm up
My soul with your pulse,
Your nostrils and your breaths,
Every hair that moves
On your face is lucky to be
Born near a warmth so
Keen it could run rings around
Me after circling the moon.
The heaviness has
Gone
Whatever made the beach sand pound has
Gone
And is now ebb and flow
In softer
Dapples to the livelier light.
Then the grey torpor
Heaps
Sifted through Day’s warm mesh,it
Sits
On the bottom of the sea waiting
To be ground
Again by Winter’s deepest tide.
I am done with this day
Put it back on the shelf
Or in my bag, that way
I can read it on the
Bus, if I change my mind
For one that wants to be
Reading something new.
Now is old, blank and clean,
That extra page preserved
For silent doodling, no-
One watching or listening
Now that ‘The End’ has passed.
This is the time of year when
Music needs to dig deep
To find us, rap a rope
Around our waists and wind
Us up to the light.
This is the time of year
When summer sounds are
Hollow and clatter round
Like flies scanning for jam
Round an empty jar.
This is the time of year
When Love’s warmth is
Set in relief against the
Grey, when any ray is welcomed
Like a hero from the war.
This is the time of year
When something as tiny as a
Crocus bud is all the hope
We need to prove again that
Life springs from mud.
What is there to fill this grey day?
Is there someone for whom
It is not grey, is there someone
Who switches on the lights with
Every blink? Is there a place
In this grey city where life flows
Strong and people are enjoying
Their work and loving themselves
And seeing light in every eye even
Though the sun’s switched off?
Being Every Day 