#82 - happy days

22.3.20

82

happy days

here we are in the plague time again

it’s the one between famine and fire

as foretold

and all alive

how otherwise read this?

all these reminders

a world as is

unfictioned

and stranger

as if it had been necessary

to prove it round and one

and here we go again

one sea of air and all joined up

a wash up – smoke, now this

give self a little shake

carpe diem

that’s an order

dance

shoot your own feet

cobwebs grow over the doors and the gates

the car, any aircraft about

pot of gold

you planned to retire with

you may follow it into a deep dark hole

or

turn down the volume

now where were we before?

we can still go out in the sunshine

still breathing

listen

hear your heart

when I am called to the garden

bare hands to battle the weeds

and find the four leaf clover

locate the bee’s knees

here and we’re over the rainbow

flies dropping like humans now

when I am brought to book

dig out the back of the pantry at last

pull the planet out of the box

plenty of time to read the instructions

spill the age and start again

plenty of time to do as you please

time for everything now

enough to be home

to feed on what was

keep my own cobwebs

and window wide

be over the rainbow

safe

and come to the closing

every line could be last

but everywhere is further

now that we can’t go

light gets into little corners still

let a breeze through your head

and gone