30 October 2009

The Covetous Edge


8 am, been up since 6 busy
cleaning inboxes, checked the
top tank bore water return
all’s well in a World of searing
wind-raised fire danger

So far anyway, yet to make
that cup of coffee which takes
me to the covetous edge of
this day’s being – it is a delay
not easily explained

The idea I need to be where
shit hits the fan reflexively
engages lower gear – more
a fail-safe cut-out switch than
a self-contained expression

Coffee will make me believe
I am the difference whether
awake or merely imagining
it; though in another way I’d
really prefer disconnection
© 23 September 2009, I. D. Carswell