In the moment

What’s happening now, is this a life event

I’m supposed to take meaningful note of?

ignore the bunched up plastics, everyday stuff -

the radio chat on women and consent,

the eerie empty roads, the small sounds made

by a metal bubble as it skims along;

your hands on the wheel, understated strength

of man and machine at one; paltry shade

offered by palms, that the windshield fails to hold

like passing hands unable to get a grip

on glass, inscrutably smooth. Instinct’s fit

just to claw the trivial till it’s further palled.

The turn comes and passes, should it merit

a song and dance? well, I haven’t marked it.

This is the last write-it-as-it-comes post for sometime.  I am travelling and will be offline more often than I like :)  There are posts scheduled of course, and I will catch up with you as and when I can beg/borrow/organise a connection. Enjoy the poetry here and in the season/world wherever you are.  Stay well!