ASK again

The sun is in my eyes but I don't care

I'll sit here, until it moves away

And I am in the shade, and its decay

Says more about the world than I might dare.

I only came to eat yet in this time

Of enexpected quiet I have found

Thoughts ignored, or possibly profound,

Surfacing at last, now that I'm 

Calm and focussed - no, quite the reverse -

Bothered into stillness by the thrash

Of recent memory, querulous and brash,

Which will not let me contemplate the worse.

          The news and weather want me to give in

          But something, deep inside, says I can win.

Brian Hick May 2009

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