29 NOVEMBER O WHAT A GREY DAY!

NOT NOTABLY COLD OR WET  

NEITHER SNOW NOR FOG TO HIDE BEHIND  

NO OVERWHELMING ELEMENTS 

TO SHELTER US FROM PURPOSE-LOSS    

TIRED OF WAITING   

AND TRYING TO BE ORDINARY’S

NOT AS EASY AS PREVIOUSLY ASSUMED     

‘IT’S OK TO BE NOT OK’   

THE POETS OF LONDON UNDERGROUND  

ALLOW US TO ALLOW FOR SAD DAYS AND BAD      

WHAT OF DAYS THAT DON’T QUALIFY?  

IF THERE’S NOT ENOUGH THERE TO TESTIFY   

SUPPOSE WE FIND OURSELVES FITTING IN WITH THE LOCKDOWN THAT ISN’T QUITE      

AND NEXT MONTH TOO MUCH AT HOME WITH THE OUT OF KILTER CHRISTMAS     

NOW AT LEAST WE’VE ARRIVED AT ADVENT   

THOUGH NO DESTINATION IN ITSELF  

’TIS THE SEASON OF GREAT EXPECTATION!  

WHAT IF WHAT WE’VE LEARNED   

IS TO LOWER OUR HOPES?    

IF THE LESSON IS TO LESSEN   

WISHING WE WON’T LET OURSELVES BE DIMINISHED BY THE PANDEMIC   
YOURS TRULY    
THE NEWS POET