a hubbub,
smooth hum,
in a ballroom
- yum, yum!
Across these tables
travel-stories
told, retold,
revise and hurry.
And, if I listen to
fifty different voices go
loudly out - in time and space
from each their separate place,
I - (just) - can sense:
I am.
Two corners, some teeth,
a radiance, a reach,
a mouth on the up
by jowls and lips.
Cherry red cheeks,
a heart in a leap,
eyes - diamond – inflate
‘Connect to my fate!’
and yet I’ve seen another kind of smile
- the one that turns (not outside) but inside
reflecting light onto an inner man
as if a hidden furnace needs a stoke
by elements rotating as a fan
that airs an inner joy – maybe – (a soul).
before my final mystery
I took a last breath,
I laid in a bed;
wheeled into a theatre
I fell in the street
After finishing work
and had a few kids.
then I earned a few bob
where I toiled like a sod
and got a promotion
then I started a job
and I married a girl
I passed my exams.
The rest is history.
