Time Wrestling (observing a frail woan in a care home).

Breathing lightly floating in limbo

Laughing to yourself no one can hear

From your window you see

Other people’s history

They grow slower than you

But they move much faster

The smell of flowers

Has long since disappeared

The clock on the wall

Watches itself

And your search for a metaphor

Ends with a fly in a spiders web

Switch the light on switch the light off

Look for sleep that’s not looking for you

Stare at a book you’re not really reading

Push the food across your plate

Make a noise to prove you’re still here

The traffic always passes you by

Like life these days…..

smokejack.