25 January 2010

Peace Enough















it is impossible to discern 
real ties between unwritten
shopping lists, injured shoulder
and mild depression –
so I rest easy


I know, I know, the
tamarillos need picking
they glare from unmown
grass beneath the trees
with angst restrained

been a hard week, grass 

growing out-of-control
social calendar stealing
what little poise remains
I could be excused

which I won't be, there’s

always that self-righteous
bloody-mindedness playing
devil’s advocate – defence
against deference, so I’ll fail

but you will never know; 

now if this shoulder would
relent maybe I’ll find peace
enough and contentment
in your epic victory
© 16 January 2010, I. D. Carswell