W.R.M.

A strange phrase, I think it might be a good description of how I feel most of the time. I’m not sure there are many moments that carry a single all-consuming emotion or thought. Getting lost in an emotion is rare for me.

I wasnt sure what I write today. I half composed a poem, and thought about writing something moody about the sullen grey sea. But instead, I have decided to write down the things that made me feel connected. Andy at work bought me a coffee and joked with me.

As I wake.....
				 
	my mind in tumult flows...

In the yellow glow of streetlights, I lock up site, gloved hands clumsily rattling the padlock into place.

Drawn to wild water, an escape from the confines of thought.

It’s been a year,
We stand and pray, but the words won’t spill from me,
The grief has leaded my soul, dampening the rise of fealing,
Weighing the pain beneath the surface, leaving hollowness behind.

Through the field and down the lane,

Beneath the street light we decide that we’re alright, its the other fuckers we have to fight! We hug and say - alright but let’s plan that another night!

Why would you be inside?
When gnats dance over water,
When the white moon gazes out over the tree tops
When clouds bind the mountain top in peaceful drifts.

Today, we ran in the park, Martha and I.
We faced each other across the grass,