05 February 2011

Terrain I Don’t Recognise


these past few days connived in 
incidents beyond my span when
I saw pretence I knew dressed
as integrity – things humbled
out of a futile World praised to
be the grace of a new regime

a trance on waking is no comfort
when knowledge of a lifetime
flaunts mortality – and it amazes
how thin a veneer still satisfies
almost anyone who claims it
sincerely that they believe

but what is relief? Nothing’s
familiar, signs disappeared
when the sun set on a life I
don’t regret – when I awake
will I be where it rises to lament
in terrain I don’t recognize?
© 9 October 2010, I. D. Carswell