Do you want to stay asleep
In your somnabulary life
While you are sleeping
You are turning into stone
Petrifying
But it only happens if you let it
And you let it
Long before
Your hair turned grey
When you started complaining
About the yoofs
In gravity-defying
Low slung jeans
Text speak
And all music released
Since U Can’t Touch This
You get so annoyed
When you recall
Your comedian son
With his
‘Stop! Hammer Time’
Bright blue sky day far from home
Met an experimental performance poet
Who likes to say words that rhyme with ‘an’
And make tiny sculptures from the wire cages
That hold corks onto champagne bottles
Swapped our books by a sunlit forest waterfall
Something mutual and unsaid in that
More than the gift of words on paper
Wandered around a secret Elizabethan garden
Clipped formal hedges and geometric forms
Collected a handful of fallen rose petals
Crushed in my hand they smelled like heaven
After a day of tears
And laughter
Rain and sun
A double rainbow
Lights the purple evening sky
Arching high
Heaven’s bridging
Symbol of hope
Symbol of faith
In love, light
And the magic of just being alive.
© Dr Erica Wright