The words take my hand
and lead the child I am
across the busy road
that’s today, as l must live
in but the saying of it.
I could tantrum up
in the frustration of needing
this guide that knows
where it’s leading me
in but the saying of it.
But I am reassured
by the calmest voice
that just cross this road
and there’s a treat there
in but the saying of it.
I limp this universe
leather on the left, barefoot right.
This protects one foot
from the thorns
and sharp pebbles of time.
For all the ache of hopping
losing the one shoe
opened so much
as my toes wiggle
at the tickle of stars
and I learnt everything
with sole uninsulated
as the galaxies hum along
and wait for the days
when that other shoe
will loosen its lace.
There are moments
every married person
wishes their spouse dead.
Not really.
As an experiment only.
Test freedom or constraint.
What would be different?
And how much better
or worse?
You know there’d be some
things better, like not having
two to decide.
And some things worse
like having to decide
as but one.
It’s just a suppose
even if possible
but just not right now.
I were so wealthy
I could buy daily consults
with doctor, lawyer, accountant,
banker, chef, and personal trainer,
all to ensure all’s OK.
Each morning, they would visit
and reassure me that my money
was making me happy and safe
and even, until proven wrong,
immortal.
Wouldn’t all that be fine.
(There’s no question mark
because there’s no question.
This could never happen,
as I consult with myself, OK.)
