INDIFFERENCE

To be weary of the journey before you set out
Is a cross and a curse.
Accept the gift of complete indifference,
Just another washer in your purse.
Black stirring in the trees; crows revolting,
Rising and falling of black wings,
Cold stones of hail on winter face
The ending here begins.

Time; patient builder of impregnable walls,
Diviner and destroyer of each wish,
When petulant promise no promises keeps
How tastes the hook to the fish?
All dogs are wiser than their masters,
Grateful for a handful of sun,
Piss in the valley of virtue
Just for fun.

What use an inside without the outside?
Little is lost on the well-worn path,
I wished that I was there with you
Or still here beside you sat.
How little a thing it takes
To drown in sorrows or float on joys
Thoughts are real, words only garments,
Stars make no noise.

I'm inclined to head off to the west
Small houses, thatch and Kerr's Pink,
To sketch on vacant page of the mind
To see, not to look, reflect not to think.
The echo of the sky on the flat of the bay,
No natural order corrupted by reason
Where summer and winter are bound by the fall
And Spring is a permanent season.