The Sounds of Relating
It’s simple physics — let’s not make it a thing
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5 days ago
The day breathes its hot air.
Earth begins its sly tilt.
The longest day is gone but only just.
I grow tired of silence & counting hours
when usually I can’t wait.
We polarise like certain stars
& while she waters, I sit
bare feet on pallid lawn
guided by some hidden law
declaring this happens each time
men & women meet —
no matter which role we take.
And when I am tempted to pull out the judge —
ever the joker in the pack —
I recall the recent ankle sprain
start of this particular choral work
the divergent sounds we both make.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
