Tuesday, 29 January 2008

Again, Somewhere.

I stand beside myself and wait for me to say something clever. Somehow it seems this may be a long wait.

But no matter - I have an impressive array of despairs to amuse and bemuse and re-use. And why not? Is this future any less valid than those of my past? I sink into an accumulation of failures. Wallow. There is comfort here.

But wait; it appears I am about to speak! I sense in this moment the needs of the other, and am for an instant not alone. The breeze holds itself in anticipation.

"U..." mumbles the me, and I laugh at the futility of it all. Can he not manage an entire "Um", or "Uh..." or whatever banal utterance perched incomplete on the edge of a brain multitasked beyond the limits of human need.

The trees sigh their disappointment. Somewhere a car. Somewhere a television. Other things carried on the night provide far more amusement than the fool at my side.

"Well," I say, masterfully, "Bye then." And watching - internally raging, and laughing, and despairing - I see myself turn and leave. I notice, not for the first time, that the path is cracked and broken and black with mould.

On my lips there is a smile of sorts, and the observer understands it; for though the path may be rubble, it is at least familiar.

Sunday, 20 January 2008

Returned

The holidays were good for us,
But they are over now.
May we strive for the wisdom to avoid the destructive patterns,
To forge new patterns from new experiences,
And from past experiences reawakened.

Also, can you pass the remote please. I think there's something on the other channel.