The ripples of change
Become frozen
Caught in time
Like the waves
Lapping up on the fringe
Of a freezing lake
And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open
And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
The waft of
Lazy water
In the air
A worm
A hook
A bobber
A length of string
And a stick
Contented child
All summer long
So too the beauty of the world
Its colour makes it vibrant
And lacking subtle textures
Diminishes its glory
Some dark thing
From deep within
Rises
Opens up inside
Forcing me to choose
Retreat into the hollow light
Stay with the darkness
To learn its nature
Though the intensity
Brings initial pain
Vision soon resolves
Restoring clarity
“Ahhh!”
He theatrically intones
Before another whistling breath
“Smell that fresh air!”
Musky dung beyond barbwire
Making us gag
As we pass his home
In a small development
Surrounded by farmer’s fields
“Mr. Abbott!” sang the chorus
There I see
Some small creature stand
Up on hind legs
With flicking tail
It looks at me
And chirps a bit