(After Apprehensions by Sylvia Plath)
I can help you,
or at least I could try.
I don't have the same
apprehensions.
The sky to me
is not a ceiling,
nor a canvas to paint with
your pretentions.
And my partner
believes in me,
cherishes my weaknesses
and I her interventions.
(c) Andrew Halsall Smith, 2018
Sunday, 29 April 2018
Saturday, 28 April 2018
Postcard from Mañana
Dear Me
Had no map but arrived unscathed, albeit a little breathless.
Journey here twisted and turned,
like a saga punctuated with ellipses rather than periods.
Been looking for a landmark moment. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe unnecessary?
Made a select few soul mates en route: carried each other at times. Some have travelled on, and I may meet them again.
Saw someone in a river. It was fast-flowing upstream but calm and shallow in places.
Took some photos. Lost some. Don't recognise some. Will cherish some forever.
Not missing you. But if you want to, come join me.
Me xxxxx
(c) Andrew Halsall Smith, 2018
Had no map but arrived unscathed, albeit a little breathless.
Journey here twisted and turned,
like a saga punctuated with ellipses rather than periods.
Been looking for a landmark moment. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe unnecessary?
Made a select few soul mates en route: carried each other at times. Some have travelled on, and I may meet them again.
Saw someone in a river. It was fast-flowing upstream but calm and shallow in places.
Took some photos. Lost some. Don't recognise some. Will cherish some forever.
Not missing you. But if you want to, come join me.
Me xxxxx
(c) Andrew Halsall Smith, 2018
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