On Days Like These

Unknowable things - wrapped up tight

like Ramesses - play on your mind.

Through shades this full beam sunlight,

sorrel, roasts bare skin and lying

on sharp grass brings just enough respite

to draw out the notepad and the pen.

But straggled words won’t set it right;

nothing will, save the cool smooth familiar

walls of your cave come blackest night,

half-promising tomorrow will be simple and more yours.