Saturday, 25 April 2020
Poem - Exploration (2)
After a few suggestions from a couple of friends I have rewritten the poem and there is a Dropbox link at the bottom if you want to hear me reading it.
My road from home stretches,
Like an airstrip long abandoned from their war
And now unpeopled until,
Way ahead man and dog approach,
And switch kerbs with marked intention:
Two ships avoiding collision on the sea.
Just a manoeuvre avoiding the unseen,
“Social Distancing” it is called.
We pass at regulation distance
Swapping our pleasantries, a sort of code,
“We are all in this together”
And must obey.
The cemetery gates are locked,
Joe wouldn’t have approved.
Sadly he recently passed that way.
Right at the Cemetery onto the limestone path.
Climb towards the Knott.
Years away on distant tracks
Kept me from this home terrain.
New paths abound, and now I can pretend
I am exploring happily again.
Listen. A new kind of silence,
Then exuberant birdsong interrupts,
And squirrels scamper tamely under trees,
As unaccustomed peace and sunshine’s warmth
Nurture the springtime urge.
The path is steeper, breath comes harder,
As I push to gain some form.
This now becomes my war as I reach the Knott,
But am I really going to get the chance
To explore again without pretenceFar away from home?