The Optician’s Chair – Written Wednesday 30th September 2020 (Aged 45)

The Optician’s Chair

i have watched my being
change over the years
weather has sculpted it
and experience
has had it licked
i have written down my thoughts
and watched them like a breeze
that passes through sandcastles
just like tepid water
falls through my hands
and the concrete blocks
which may have formed –
my initial situation
now feel so very weather worn
and bogged down by final ammunition
but i remain content,
because understanding flows
and it is, by no means an answer
but it is at least one misshapen flagstone
on a crazy paving path
i have watched my being –
changed by simple pens
and like the optician’s chair
i have always tried more than one lens
and i have seen –
from more than one view

James Garratt – Wednesday 20th September 2020

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