Friday, 22 April 2016

Almost There

Another morning on its way
Already feeling post meridian
Carriage-faces coach or train
Expressionless quotidian

‘A to B’ my journey route
I park my quark still half awake
Not yet in the scheme of things
A feckless wish for ‘Heavens Sake’

Below my surface I’m an optimist
Putting steel in my prevail
As my list keeps me together
Moving air back in my sail

My inclination is returning
With destination looming large
Keyed up I loosely adumbrate
Convinced again that I’m in charge

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