17 November 2009



I cannot claim to share your
view or see a scene the same
as you – or where it was and
when with who

it was a set of fickleness to
best your sober sense in ways
I saw as gaming plays against
an unrelenting deference

be assured I’m on your team
as true as you in thought and
deed – tacitly I’d lead if you
in fact agreed to follow me

I know that you have gone alone in
seeking things you’ve never known
discoveries of who you are and
where and what you’ve grown into

sadness is I’m left bereft to dull
routines that make me deaf
suggesting your largesse I miss
as succour only you express
© 7 October 2009, I. D. Carswell