14 June 2008

Shades Of Grey


No philosophic shades of grey
for me to muse about today,
it’s more a case of rising late
and missing what has run. A
cloudless sky displays its face
in brilliant sun although I think
I see a calloused blight beyond
the right extremity; I turn about
to blot it out, deliberately – it’s
on my left I’d guess but I won’t
peek to be secure. Adversity can
wear my back before I’d seek to
spoil this day’s perfection pure.
© 24 May 2008, I. D. Carswell