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Neither here nor there

up or down, shadows

haunt my days

yet bursts of sunlight

battle through the grey;

years have fled, like water

in a storm, fast flowing &

we can’t scoop them up

to live again.

‘Beauty’s wasted on the young’,

they said. In all the beds I’ve laid

my head the path has seemed so clear

till now.

An autumn shower, double rainbow

generations skip ‘n twist, the dead

stare hard.

‘I’m not this nor that’, Tibetan prayer

mocks me, & all the faces that I wore

desert me now

I’ve said before, the years have fled

like water in the storm cascading:

I cannot reach a destination.

Uncertainty & doubt have come

to call, once so clear now disbelief

taunts me.

But the robin always calls, the sunrise

in my eyes, the seasons speeding up

until I’m left with:

‘I’m not this, nor that’, or

any flavour inbetween

I’m  just a leaf blown

a perfume in the breeze

a speck of dust

as chaos reigns supreme.

N.B.

Tibetan prayer.’ Neti neti neti’