Shape

i find the shape of your feelings 
the texture of your emotions 
i find them in dreams 
in between my fits and starts 
then I write a dozen romantic novels 
and every one starts with my heart. 

and you, 
you will occupy my landscape 
you can be a new town, 
in a pleasant valley or lush green field 
because I find the shape of your harvest 
and the emotion you yield. 

in my mind, 
my fertile mind that is sometimes feral 
that sometimes displays the madness, 
of life’s many strands 
where daisy chains do not have daisies 
and instead just hold hands. 

i find the contours of your hold 
just as I did all those years ago 
when we gritted our adult teeth 
and ploughed through the dense snow 
i hold on, 
i hold on and I remain determined not to let go


James Garratt – Thursday 16th October 2008