it is a complex thing
to work out the best
thing to do
way to be
sometimes is best to do nothing
wait and see
let it be
some mornings the air feels clearer
than others
across the village a dove turtles and coos
while lorries pass on the bridge
days left,
three voices
rise, until just one is heard
there is always something
which is often nothing
to worry about
stressing over imagined happenings
which don’t occur
she came worried about monkey pox
so made her ordinary tea
the next day I travelled up
walked the streets and saw
the stories there
for a change
the voices rise
the summer house is gone
destroyed some years back now due to health and safety fears from the new owner
who was opening the house back up for holidays
i suggested that i could relocate it
yet they burned it, the pretty thing with all the imagined memories
i have a modern one gone faded now
then i wonder if she wanted to see my brother instead
today i work with the imaginary
and bless all the foxes, their pointy ears upward.
you know i thought she come to see me all those years ago
i mean she was not meant to leave
although there was no section that time
i think
she had to go back
yet there was no phone at grans
no one came for her
i have no memory
no recall
of
what happened after she arrived
except she looked small and clean
and was upset
and it was a warm day
dusty in the alley
bless all the foxes, their pointy ears upward
you know I thought she came to see me all those years ago
from the hospital
two buses changing at the square
came round the side of granny’s house
with the border of ferns and blue
hydrangeas
through the high side gate
yesterday while talking to you
i realised she may have come
to see her mother
and
i can’t remember the rest
can’t remember what happened next
he asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts
ghosts of humans
when we are gone
i replied the animals
then after i thought
it will be everything left
behind us
plants and earth
land and seascape
littered with the stuff
of us
the terrible ghosts
this time of morning i eat a bun maybe
or croissant which is french
drink coffee
watch the news
that seems to be mostly sport
so i idly look up while writing
my blog
i have tried watching tennis
i like the clothes and think
of friends who enjoy it
there are no real spectators
due to the sick
then
sometimes i see the film reviews
with the nice presenter
i like him
I like films
i sip my coffee
it was last week then early this week
they cut the grass
two of them in the graveyard
until late afternoon
each evening the buzzard came
the cats waited
it is short now with all their hard work
yesterday the other man came
to tidy up their tidying up
washed the stones
my side the flowers grow tall
the grass still green
she normally goes earlier
though being later yesterday
we met again
and chatted
her daughter also walks daily
with her friend and the dog
we talked about the track
and other little things
like the mileage
and her knee
you know
then the warden came
and i thanked him for the garden
the wildlife garden
is flat down there nearer by the sea
where all hope is abandoned via the councils
voted for
where it was decided to buy the higher house
in both scenarios
with grit and slight gusto
things come in layers
and differing shades
he taught us in painting class
step by step until drowsy
so we opened the windows
decided not to return again
is flat down there nearer the sea
we sat and watched the train come in
admired the white horses grazing afar
birds played on the fences
