Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Absurd

The weather report says there is sunshine
as I look at the grey sky and wind ravaged trees
whilst reading online posts of people trying to outguess the strategists
who have already known the lines of thought they would take
and prepared for it
All my friends, even the insular ones, the neurotics and depressives
are doing more than me
and I wonder if life's pulse is set on a timer for each of us
a sudden citrus burst with the inevitable analogies before and after
and here I am
sitting in my chair, awaiting a delivery of a chair
though of course the courier cannot give me a defined time