1464
A swan, out below
The weir, has two grey cygnets
Snuggled on her back.
I'm dive-bombed
By a flock of swallows
Casually gleaning
Across subble fields.
Brian Hick summer 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 16.5.26
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Wednesday, May 13, 2026
1463
Two weeks to the Solstice
Bright skies and a brisk breeze
Ease us into summer.
My seventieth
Though I don't recall
Most of them;
But memory is fickle
And the few
Outweigh the many
Passed unmarked.
Solstice.
Fulcrum of the year
Tipping point between
Firle Beacon in the heat
Tumbling waves
Fledglings and plump lambs
Before a winding down
Towards the hug of autumn.
Iona and Lindisfarne
Both knew the truth
That seasons hold more sway
Than artificial festivals of saints
And chalk cut figures
Standing stones and hills
Are simpler links
Than any urban shrine.
Seventy years sing out a simple truth.
You speak to me in what you have created
And smile when I've insisted I know better
Hinting that your ways are overrated.
Atop the Beacon or striding the Drove Way
Your love shines on me - like the sun today.
Brian Hick summer 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 13.5.26
Monday, May 11, 2026
1462
Why me?
The world is full of tadpoles just like me.
We run the place, we keep it clean -
Ignore the bloodworms and the mean
Mosquitoes floating overhead, the flea
Who scuffs the gravel scattered on the bed -
While we, triumphant, bask in peace
Fat and floating at our ease,
Pampered, warmed, secure, as we're fed
Manna from heaven which drops on us each day
Out of the light, two rounded cakes,
Night and morn, from he who bakes
Them, the Giant Tadpole in the sky.
Nothing changes, nothing ever will.
While some rush for the food, I find
I retain my peace of mind
With faith the Tadpole deity will fulfil
The eternal promise to our watery race
Feed tadpoles, fill all enemies
The worms, the midges and the fleas
Until the day when he pours out his grace
And we're transformed, taken by his love
Into the realms of light which lie
Far beyond us in the sky
Where all is perfect in his bright heaven above.
Ah, what hell is this which should be heaven?
My body bloated, breathing air,
Arms and legs and eyes that stare
Across a vast and steaming, reeking midden.
Gone the dreamy waters of the lake -
Gone the friends, the daily meal
Gone the family who feel
As I do. Surely this is a mistake?
What have I done to suffer such a fall?
What broken rules, unheeded laws,
Abandonment of that first cause
Which made me safe, thinking I knew his call?
But now the light is dimming and the air,
Which I detest, is growing cold
And my body's growing old
Yet nothing in this dessert seems to care
And all the family I knew before
Have vanished far beyond my sight
Leaving me alone to fight
Against this darkness piercing to the core
My soul, where life was once a gentle kiss,
Innocent, uncaring, cared for,
Loved, supported, nurtured; wherefore
Should I seek for any other bliss?
I do not understand why hope is gone.
I only know it has; and I
Must face it, even though I die
In ignorance of anything I've done.
Brian Hick April 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2026
Wednesday, May 6, 2026
Tuesday, May 5, 2026
1459
Let it go ...
If I forgive, can I forgive myself?
If I let go of all these pent up hates,
These nasty thoughts, these wishes to expunge
The other who dares to contradict myself,
Will I find relief turns into peace
And all the tensions of an argument
Long since forgotten fade in cinsequence
As face-off dwindles down to acceptance?
You smile as if it's easy to let go
After I have fought to keep control
Of all this seething separation, this
Deep division with its silent void.
Yes, overhead, wings outstretched, a dove
Convinces me I'm sheltered by your love.
Brian Hick May 2015
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