Life’s A

Life’s a wander ’round the harbourside.

Reception

Will it be as the still air?

Three, four, and an Oxford comma.

Beneath the raised voices sinks the sound of someone leaving…

It’s a long, long way away,
no matter how you hold it.

Perhaps you know it all already. Do you?

Five to open.

This is the present moment.

Anyone for a haiku?

As if a separate, other person
lived a separate life…

Don’t let them fade.

A million seeds, a million more:
the boy-child sown and scattered.

The same big band, the same man’s voice.

I need to learn to look, to gaze, at the pitch
of the passing ‘tween the tunnel’s either end.

Time-warped scraps – the dream continues on,
unphased by the approaching of its limits.