Sunday, November 22, 2009

Like Any Life, and London-Town


You pack – and pare – repack –
and something rare and wondrous
whacks your psychic seat:
the neat unutterably sleek swift
kick of recognition that the packing
and the paring actually do bespeak

exactly where and what and how
you now have learned to live:
excess off the shelf – sifted through
the sieve. You know more surely
what you have to give: yourself –
all shorn and unadorned. Ascend

the ramp into the plane and look:
miracles abound! And something
else astounds. Your narrative’s
alive and walking round. Like
any life, and London-town, you
cannot speed it up or slow it down.






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1 comment:

  1. sounds like you're having a good time, Guy. Thanks for the short but sweet tour. My mother was born in Birkenhead, but I've never been to Great Britian. It's always been my dream to go. Loved getting a glimpse of the garden. Becca

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