These days…

My morning, still
birdsong, open window
no people walking by
quiet, almost forgotten
the sound of child’s play

Two by two, walking
midday, both sides
middle of the road
break step, pause
others stare, move on

Good evening, late
afternoon, politician’s
speak, experts, statistics
common sense retreats
press questions, repeats

Perceptions of reality…

‘You don’t agree then?’
‘It’s not that simple… well it is, but not the way you see it’

‘Okay, run that by me again’
‘The thing is there is no answer, by the time we measure, it’s moved on’

‘What has… time or entity?’
‘Both, ever shifting, never reaching equilibrium’

‘So you’re saying there’s no steady state, nothing to which we can relate’
‘Quite the opposite, we relate to everything, we just don’t know anything’

‘That can’t be right, look how much we’ve published’
‘I rest my case, by the time it’s out there, we take another view’

‘Look at all the rules, the fundamentals, universally taught’
‘A form of history, stories given as facts’

‘What are you saying… we know nothing?’
‘In a way… we read as was, time lined perceptions of reality’

‘What is reality to you?’
‘The possibility I’m here’

‘What about me’
‘If I am you are too’

‘I can’t get my head around this’
‘You will, yours is part of mine’

Got it, I see what you’re saying now’
‘Yes, but have you heard?’

EDC Shorts: six words – lines – ‘poetry’ #99

Dawn:

Dawn light filters through

Shutters angle a rainbow

I wake warm space beside

Your scent upon my body

 

My eyes look into yours

You cat-stretch on all fours

The curving of your spine

Send tingles into mine

 

Your knees astride my hips

You dip to touch my lips

Tongue tips taste prelude

My rise and fall in you

 

Laid in hand held silence

A new day … you and I

The night before unknown

Two strangers we no more