Old Adam Goes Shopping For Love

Blue sky bears the weight of heaven
for this old, old fool.

We break rank like the clouds and lie
among reeds. You have come to this place

many times before and know the routine well;
so young, through these clouded eyes…

I replace my cap, struggle with my zip,
shiver, watch you dress like a novice.

You say I look ashamed but withered hands
are no substitue for love

so I make a fruitless gesture – some coppers for the tin,
a little extra for the child, perhaps ?

If only I had the strength I would carry you off
on a cloud, spare you all this, like in

the movies. But you are too proud and I am far too
excited. A final kiss, a last grope

beneath the leafy sycamore, is all that is needed
to send Adam on his way.