Wiring – Written Thursday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Wiring

It’s connection,
human connection.
I sit on the floor
with a lukewarm cup of coffee
and a pile of wiring,
a bundle on my lap
that I can’t connect.
Not sure,
where some of this wiring belongs
so I just amble along,
Looking at steam trains,
as they whistle past,
holding my cup
of lukewarm coffee.
Traction engines,
should never travel too fast,
but I wonder,
where is it
that I sit?
Keep me awake
and hopefully
keep me fit.
Connection,
it’s always connection,
and there’s always that fear
that it is expired.
That is why
the human condition
is so dependent
upon the condition
of our wiring.

James Garratt – 25th August 2025

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Excerpt
“It’s connection,
human connection.”