Sunday, 7 September 2014

As If All There Is Isn't Enough

It’s all already here

It’s in this view of roofs and aerials and sky
It’s in the feel of the bed beneath me, the pillows behind my head
It’s in the tears coming down my face and in the song I’m listening to

Exhausted (from all that frantic attempting to change what was here)
I’m momentarily grief-stricken
Now it’s clear there’s nothing to be done

I thought I had to be somebody

As if all there is isn’t enough
As if there was anything to add or take away
As if the lily needed to be gilded

(And as if I had the slightest idea how to gild)

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