Friday, 24 May 2019


Part of you perceives slivers of reality
signals that travel from your senses
to your cognisant mind
to meet the wall of your denial

you hear the rumble
your mind may be deaf
but it's there
precious bits of information
shattered and lost
in a world of your own making

And so your little insignificant boat floats forwards
blissfully oblivious of the big drop ahead

you will fall smiling, I am sure
perhaps that is the way

Umbria, 2019