Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)

Belt

I’m just trying to make my way.
As I walk, lights —
inevitably —
they flicker.
Age and time they do bicker.

There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.

I’ve just tried to make my way.
But what is that, really?
What does it mean?

Maybe I will arrive
in a place where there is
still several valid colours.

Maybe life is all too clearly felt.
Maybe making my way
means I do not melt.

But here I am,
watching memories
as they move along the belt.

James Garratt – June 2025

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