There is an infinite sense of precognition surrounding
this workaday event; a washing machine’s chuntering
pre-6am suggests if bed-wetting happens just once in
an age, then today’s its day of reckoning; - but we sail
on in cool breeze, under nearly clear skies - to places
yet to be revealed, while she, of us contrite to a word,
watches the kids’ ABC morning show, pinkly wrapped
and silent - while Grandma makes all the right moves
Observing they are so alike behoves a tacit silence -
there’s mooted credibility at stake; & if we don’t want
to break diplomacy of tact and sacrosanct - then it is
better to be distant but not afar, if you know what I’m
saying; five years of a day will unravel what equates
proportional disgrace to an ancient’s lifetime angst
© 18 January 2016, I. D. Carswell
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