This poem arose from an idea about anxiety, it's not like there isn't enough to be worried about at the moment, but I was thinking of a person driven to distraction by planning for the worst.
Actually the first two lines were doggerel:
should the earthquake strike at noon
will you be in the dinning room?
Not very good at all.
What Can Be Saved?
omens fill his head
in the night he wakes
makes mental notes
what can be saved?
memorises the locations of
pens
passports
the thin roll of various currencies
should that live in the bedside drawer?
or be at hand by the front door?
but what if the flames prevent
him getting down the stairs?
he maps alternate routes
decides on small parcels of use and memory
scattered throughout the house
he can be at peace
now at least
Here's the stupendous Ryley Walker. A whole concert! He's got a couple of new downloads at Bandcamp. Here's the link.
Until next time.
Thank you
ReplyDelete