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Vanity and cockiness
young men are filled with both,
it could have been either,
or both.
She was older – 15 years older, with children,
husband wanting back.
Me, temporary distraction
but early 20s something only thought of mechanics,
not metaphysics.

There were going to counselling
she told me I was better company ….. more energetic –
told me after returning from counselling.
Erotic, the thought of being the preferred one –
made me feel vain, cocky
and good.

Years later, her then husband spoke at a meeting
taking questions, offering expertise
and intercession.
His eyes were warm and kind
his voice thoughtful and compassionate
his manner genuine.
I felt uncocky and unvain
and bad.



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.