we will always miss you

Those who cannot imagine

May be less lacking in imagination

Than refusing to contemplate

a force that flings them apart

from the desparation

of life's clinging

to itself

But those for whom imagination is no longer the choice

(the soft and luxurious malingering)

see how completely their imaginings vaporise

The veil between this world and that not torn or wrenched away

simply lifted clean

without a whisper

We are relieved of one human agony and compelled to another

I am glad

Not to bend

and arch the brain in wondering

on ceaseless unbearable imaginings

that stretch and burst and strain at the seams of the mind

But -

the relaxation of that tension means -

the unimaginable happened

slipped through that net

both sudden and shocking

yet simple,

making easy fools of us

April Fool's Day

i'm running, i'm running

Towards you, breathless, arms outstretched to catch you,

again, before you fall

Again, racing against the time to intercept your falling

Do i think I can save you?

No, just want to hurl myself into you

Throw myself round you and be there for you again

5 years since you fell,

And now, more urgent than before

Racing like the tide, to
Find that place where the surf fills every space

for a few seconds, before

leaving you again

Letting go

is the trauma

that is so hard to visit each year

reliving itself,
before leaving again.

it would have to be the moon
that drags me from you in this universal pull
each calendar form teetering in man-made frailty

so - my girl - i am nearly with you

for our foaming annual embrace