Friday, 9 November 2012
Like a stroppy teenager, one blank page defies
my intention to write down words:
an empty mind and empty paper.
Silence, blank, void – until I listen with intent
and hear my train trundle and rumble South.
I let a pen leak a few words
and some thing’s down there now.
I learned the duties of a clown from Andrew:
at home in a world of nonsense,
turning up voltage again and again;
not perfectly perfect but urging
inclusion; connecting the hearts of some people
through smiles – with spaces between all their talking and words,
where, truly, a mystery lies.