Late in the day but I've been busy. Don't worry only three more of these from me. After Saturday you can happily be distracted elsewhere.
SHOWN
At first I consider talking to a rabbi but don’t know
any; plus there’s the possibility of someone suing me,
the chances of being sued having risen again I’m told,
for saying the wrong thing. So I swoop down to myself,
try my best at a butch firm glare to test the water,
catch a glint in my own eye that shows determination,
and revel in the freedom of not talking to anyone
at all. Sometimes the freedom others talk of is a token
of their own lives you see; they show us reality with a glaze,
adopt a perfect stance and look upon our failures
with a large hand ready to push us down the slope.
I shout: SORRY, I’ve been drinking. Something feels amiss!
Robert Harper
Poem 27: #NaPoWriMo 2022
(Wordle, Quordle & Octordle results from 27th April)