You won't find happiness
Buried like bones in the deep earth
Of your pain
But perhaps in some idle
Unlooked-for corner
A bud unfurls
And finds your eyes instead.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Musings on Upheaved Markets and Downheaved Monies
When I watch the numbers fall
In my own wallet
And taste poorer air I'd sworn I put behind me
With each regular paycheck push
When I realised that savings
Are more noun than verb
And I dangle fretfully
A spider on a single silky thread
I see that in the balance
The world I hold is my own fragile creation
Dangling in the fickle breeze of entropy
Until at last my slippered grip falters
I fall upon gravity's sword
Only to find it a ploughshare
In my own wallet
And taste poorer air I'd sworn I put behind me
With each regular paycheck push
When I realised that savings
Are more noun than verb
And I dangle fretfully
A spider on a single silky thread
I see that in the balance
The world I hold is my own fragile creation
Dangling in the fickle breeze of entropy
Until at last my slippered grip falters
I fall upon gravity's sword
Only to find it a ploughshare