1st March

Slight delay on the whole daily poetry front. I could tell myself off for slackness but Im just going to go with it.

If all you do is wish for perfection

You will never taste it's fruit
That tree will never blossom
That stream will dry and crack long before the rainy season

 

If all you dream of is then

You will constantly be waiting
Forever willing onwards time
Standing still in a queue of other watchers and piners

 

If all you plant is what if's

Nothing will grow

 

If you opened your eyes right now

If you tasted your life this minute
If you felt your lovers breath upon your skin and drank it in this very second
With respect and grief and honour let go of the fantasia that may never be
And look down at your hands

 

What were you holding all along.