A shaken day, a day with few smiles
The day on which myself and Miles set off on a journey
through Spain and space and other far off places
Not to escape pain
or to find a place with no familiar faces
To find a solid plan, a dream from the dreamtime
Because for the meantime all I have is a heart that’s weathered
from years being tethered to worry and doubt
Emotions which those I care about could most certainly do without
if only for a moment.
another apple not long for the tree
as the roots and the trunk are strangled
while the grounds man lays drunk with bootlaces tangled.
For the land in which we find ourselves planted is not ours.
The height and strength of this tree has
precious little to do with your or with me
save the few fleeting hours in which we reach for the sun
knowing full well that they will come and harvest the fruits
of our labours and that of our neighbours
before cutting us down for pointing out their shortcomings and failures
or becoming, as they see it,
a thing poisoned.