Spring part two

And what of me? where is my spring? my vigour?

My youth?

Childhood lies in fragments,                                      
Scattered remnants                              
Dismembered by    
    Time”. 


I search

to find the child,                    

or was he lost Irrevocably

when experiences were no longer new,

Or does he yet live with in me,

masked, Protected from “The winter wind”

His spontaneity too too..... for this world

Made shy


A baby stares up at me as I write, not just

Any baby but my baby a part of me. I think?

I may no longer be a part of spring but feel,

Through him, I have graduated to be a creator,

In partnership with deity?




What responsibility!




And what sort of garden did I grow in to be

The man I am now?

What in childhood sets you in your

Hoariness now?

How verdant is his garden?

How good a gardener am I?

Creator deity?

Arrogance!




Ah but is my plane not set too thick to shave

The philosophies of life to understanding

Or does it serve instead to choke the throat

With thoughts imponderable, to seek perfection

And find only insanity




For I shall fail him.