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Overreaching Oneself
OVERREACHING ONESELF
“I” think “I” know, yet
It’s mostly conjecture and
Imagination
So I tried out “We” then “You”
But then “I” says much the same
Flirtation
FLIRTATION
A gentle tease. Oh where shall I wander?
Upstairs? Downstairs? In my lady’s chamber?
Pictures within my mind take form, a game.
Hoping that she might be doing the same.
Whirlpool
WHIRLPOOL
I seem to remember
That I have forgotten
Remembering
What I’d forgotten
Remembering
In a dream
Where I’d forgotten
I’d remembered
What I’d forgotten
But it is possible
Of course
That I am imagining this.
Who can tell?
A Senior Moment
A SENIOR MOMENT
In a change
To the advertised scheduled programmes
A casually castaway openness
Blooms into unexpected closeness
And an absence of outness yawns
Within the great outdoors
A tremor of breeze
And the woken pasture
Not simple green here
Look there look
Slight dabs of many many greens
Of blues, of browns, of yellows
And then great splats of not-really-white sheep
Shaggy, ill-kempt, vagrant
(Yes, he has seen their sisters against the snow
Hah, blew that myth forever)
Chewing over and over
Some ovine day dream
A fog arises from who knows
Smearing mists of mystery
Across the brow
Scribbles fresh drivel
Proves time
If not exactly a liar
At best a throaty
Chuckling deceiver
Just as a sheep coughs
Somewhere out there in the grey
Then the moment passes
Brushing his lips, tugging at his coatsleeve
Presses on
Feeling his way forward like tendrils
Ben Naga 