The time remains the same Passing to return again Humbling Consoling Terrifying
Today a new discovery Formally I greet you Informally I want you This is life in raw emboldened urge so formidable No keys are needed to enter its fate A phase of Gods turn
Friday 20 03 2020 I no longer have dreams Instead there are wishes There are day dreams For others new riches in survival Things always – change irrevocably Survival of mankind Has somehow disappeared Gone to another plain
I no longer have nightmares The relentless anxiety
Fixed realities instead instilled The equinox of the mind Shedding fear hope too Is suppressed
I go through the years
I have known loved A roll call of people Or just been with In simpler times
Those already gone
I reach to them
Ask what their reaction – would be
They come visit me
A mind in lockdown
I see they are free
They tell me their ease
The things I loved with them
Their troubles shared were lightened
The ghost of their life
Is alive in both now
Same thoughts and feelings
Never truer than now
Air is a lifeline
Ventilators silent friends
Rotation of lung oxygen
Replenished holding strings
Of life together while
Inside an enemy runs amok
Sliding days anticipate
A cohort of new integrities
Soul yes Values Yes
Belief No Virtue Yes
Purpose on hold as
Time itself rolls by
Seconds still turn tides
The Sun circles us
Keeps the earths seasons
Has somehow disappeared all life
Furrowed people
Ploughed people
Humans – people they all
Are us.
John Graham
20/21 March 2020
Belfast
