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’
