Apparently, I wrote this in late-September last year. Pretty rough still, but it could be something… :)

Today

Today I went looking
And found myself
Peering into dark places
Faces that should have been
Averted spewing bile
Eschewing the mores
That bind society.

Today I looked
And could not stop
And my heart dropped
Towards an abyss
That had no ending

Today I summoned
What I had never conjured
Today I gazed upon
The depths
And they were dry

Today I looked.
Today I found that
My life soars
That all my darkness,
Rage and pain
Are bound,
And that my soul
Holds me fast above the depths
In pity’s arms.

So what was all that about…?

Written for a poet friend I”d just had lunch with, cringing and striding around Parker’s Piece. Only one bit of explanation is needed - proprioception is a sixth sense...

I was reminded today that some snow never melts.

As we trod green-thawed sun meadows,
And shivered into the salt-pan shadows.

We had laughed, breathing hard, and
edged our world with bright and worthy pain.

The plain level, the path ahead squinting,
We questioned our way in loops of small adventure.

We both draw warmth from dark days, greet
All weathers - sun and rain, wind and ice.

All gather their own gifts into our arms
Light or sound, texture, scent, or taste.

We touch fingertips in the pitch and between us
There will never be silence, or frost-decades,

There will never be scurrying, head down,
Feet unsure over black ice,

Only the warm gasp between laughs,
Highly-coloured explanations,
Bright eyes and lengthening tales.

Beautiful day.