Stuff

63. 20 August 2021

My photo. The piles are bigger now.

I’m thinking about swimming at the little beach,

Early in the morning. At the moment I’m

Paddling.

Wading to my knees and stopping, letting the cold

Drift up my legs until it’s firmly pushed back

By warmth sent from my heart.

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I’m afraid if I swim alone

Something Bad will happen and I’ll die,

Leaving a terrific mess for my kids to clear up.

A vast pile of books, clothes,

Abandoned projects and stuff.

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This morning I saw a small shoal

Of slim brown fish.

This morning I meant to swim

But didn’t.

My life is littered with things I didn’t do.

Going to Japan.

Books I haven’t written yet.

Poems.

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PS Shortly after this poem, I started swimming in the sea regularly.

So obviously, I need a cup of coffee.