Clinging like a leech

To my memories of you

The darkness deepens 

Tall wood stacks totter

Precarious self esteem

Everything collapses

Under fine drizzle

Another damp Friday night

Waiting for summer 

Underneath wolf falls

In the depth of the plunge pool

Bones worn smooth with time

Conflict averted

Yet another battle lost

I have surrendered 

The older I get

The clearer I realise

How far off I am

Sometimes I forget

The fresh green smells of springtime 

And I feel afraid

I am difficult

That nagging itch you can’t reach

I am the question 

Where do I belong?

Am I of this crowd a-part?

No one can hear me

As the sun peeps out

Painting the afternoon red

This quiet hour