Walking in rain

Walking in rain

I put on

that old

light brown

Fedora hat

to walk out

in the rain.

A hat

that’s worn

from use

stained

on the brim

but fits

as it sits

over

my brow.

I prefer hats

to hoods

better to see

and to hear

what surrounds

than enveloped

in plastic

that baffles

the senses

Reminds me.

A word

to the wise

I’m proud

of my skin.

It speaks

of experience

a certain

amount

of knowledge

built up

over years.

Kindness too.

Wisdom

sometimes.

 

 

RAC

Low moods

Low moods

 

Soon it will be

the anniversary

of your death

the weather

cleared

that midsummers day

And the mourners

danced

to celebrate

your life

in an open field

That long

circular dance

that once

you would

have called

to the drone

of an accordion

And so the body

kindly reminds

loss is about

remembering

the good times

and the goodness

of you.

 

RAC

Turning the other way

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Turning the other way

I’m confused
and need
to let it out.
To clarify
the position
I’m used to looking
at the people
who harm
the young directly.
Or the ones
who know
what’s going on
what’s being done
but do nothing
to intercede
say nothing
and even pretend
they hear nothing
and so share
responsibility
culpability
of a kind.
But what do
we say
when politicians
or a governments
policies of austerity
harm children
directly.
And we say nothing
we do nothing.
Some don’t even see it.
I heard them
Blithely speak
this morning
of more cuts
more austerity!
We live
in a blame
culture
compassionless
succumbed
to the mindlessness
of watching
life on a screen
not really living
at all it seems.

RAC