Poem 29/10/2022

I walk not knowing where but do,

And think and don’t – unleash, unrein

Long and familiar the view

The torrent’s free at last, my brain

Can burst forth with all which has simmered

In trenches deep and dark inside,

Not always, though, and still eyes glimmered,

The sun, the streets, the smoking rind.

But thoughts are valuable to me,

They prove what pride already knows,

And in my wisdom I can see,

Go not with so much haste from me,

My brilliance, my shining sea,

So daintily away it goes.

For what, then, did my neurones tense,

Accents are language filt’ring through

Our lived experience,

Familiar to me, the view.