Posted in Before the Rain

Out of Sight. Out of Mind

The oldest question –
when and how much should be told.
On an as needed basis?
Just in case?
Russian roulette? – Most times, it’s a blank.

What to do with a problem,
98% not.
Complicated and additive
(invariably absent problem) + (might be temporary employee)
= discretion best policy
= say nothing.

“They won’t accept that!”
Asparagus is hurled to the floor,
hot self pronounced failure,
despairing sobs,
rushed exit from the room.
I turn to the others – what have I done?
No one says anything.
The radio is playing ‘I’ve got you Babe’
……“such profound lyrics.”
The conspiracy of knowing pretence
as ubiquitous as backspace
as useful as Photoshop.
“ Yeah…….I’ve always liked that song.”
Four became three
as if ice became water
commonplace –
too unremarkable for comment.

No one ever told me,
I just found out,
found out
like a bird finds out about downdrafts and thermals.
and downs.
serious –
hospital + ECT +weeks off work.
Better now
98.95% of the time.



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.