by Caroline Whalley
A relaxing afternoon day-bedding in the sun In a corner, a bright blue flexi tub, (it should be trug,) full of water, becomes my conscious thought. The memory then gets triggered Years have passed since a leaving do at work, How much they would be missed Whispered in my ear was ‘not much’ Later: “like a hand in water Once removed all is as it was Untouched.” “How harsh” I pondered, then held onto Understanding that piece of wisdom, shaping many decisions following “Will my hand in this water make a difference?” And, if no, make a move, step off your fence.
Day 22, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.