Chirp, chirp, rooster caw, inappropriately early lawn mowing, other arbitrary sounds of morning… and I do hope it’s a grand one! Thank you for joining us once again for these crassly inimitable scribbles. You are always so exceedingly welcome!
It’s a bit early here still for my brain to functionally ad-lib here so let’s fuck up this poem and see after to what degree my fires are rekindled. Admittedly, the pilot has been out for years. 🙂
“Paradise Found”, July 23, 2020.
An enigmatic figure looms beyond a tattered curtain
Shroud gently rippling despite irrationally stagnant air
One wizened hand parts the ancient veil
And corresponding emaciated finger beckons forward
Feet respond instantly, violating fervent desire to back away
Momentarily putting aside terror, contemplate, friend or foe?
Both, somehow answers a reverberating voice of striking familiarity
Adroitly plucking query from hitherto presumed safety of fleeting internal consideration
Now drawn past disguising shroud the face is agonizingly clear
It is you, or rather your infinite ever-shifting permutations
A never-ceasing cascade of choices made and decisions to come
Each unique combination producing a minute or perhaps radically different result
All existing simultaneously and not at all, a refracted prism’s dancing spectrum
Drawing pictorially comprehensive map but lacking scale or markings of any kind
So unable even to discern the proper angle for examination
But one can never arrive without first selecting a destination
Even should the route appear perilously undefined
Because at times, adrift in the journey, you look up astonished to have already arrived.
I was once lost trying to find my back to a friend’s cottage, late at night and in something of a stupor. Just when I had essentially resigned myself to a night’s wandering suddenly looked up and was somehow there. Granted this is remarkably lacking in the profound but when young and drunk everything is a transcendental experience. Incidentally, stumbling upon a life revelation while urinating is known as an “epissphany”. And you thought the German’s had a word for everything.
All the best from Catherine and I! May your bellies be full, minds eagre and hearts ever open.
As an aside, I have a few readers in Hong Kong and while avoiding saying anything explicitly, cognizant of your situation, I wanted simply to say that the World has not forgotten you. I have not forgotten you. Heroes.
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.