11 October 2020

In the dark close of the day

I sit, squinting in the darkness

Picking over the treasures of the day.

Veiled shrapnel encased in plastic

Texture elastic

A mass of shiny jelly beans

Bumping and churning - redly

Squeaking like stretched-too-thin

Balloon rubber

On the brink of bursting

Tunnel vision

Stay present, stay present

I remember then instantly forget again

Ebbing into shifting sands

 

Is this how you surface your heart, your self, your truth?

Dredge it up from the shadows in the close of the day

Melt the hard cold stone at the centre of your chest

Revel in the eternal moment, then obsess

Over the mindless one next

Or were you right the first time

Doing, always doing

Busy hands keep a busy mind busy

Driven to distraction. Driven to creation.

Off a cliff