Ocean-envious of
the sixteen-year-olds streaming
coolly onto campus
on a mid-week morning, but
why envy? I am to them
as a reptile is to
a sobering amphibian.
I suppose it must be
the manifest memory
conferred unconsciously
in the Morse code of their steps:
When I was their age I met
new peers who saw not
with eyes, but congenial words;
experimentation was
refreshingly inconclusive; I fell
in love without a voice
and learned about the great
repression.
My part in all of those lives
is ineffaceable.
Barely a decade ago
and already I reach for the hook.
Enough. Life is fair and
the present is fine; the present
is superior
for it contains all conjecture.
Label that time
"before the pause", and leave
the desk unlocked.
27/09/06
in progress:
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The painting is 'Sower', by van Gogh. The photo is of farmers in one of my favourite places (to look at pics of; I've never been, sadly) - Svaneti, Georgia (the country, not the American state). I nicked the pic from this page. It wouldn't surprise me if they were brothers. I want their beards.
(All the pics I post are in my pics folders, with detailed captions, by the by and for future ref.. I only say this cause I'm having to explain the 'brothers' photo to three different people
Peace.