I have felt insincerity breath out of every pore and

The wind blows in on cue

As seagulls wing and float askew

Bending the air to suit their mood

The perfect patterns of history burst in upon the day

With all the predictability of unseen coves of hidden gestures

And secret codes waiting on the tip of a tongue

Never really explored until it’s too late

And I begin to wonder is it me or is it them

Is there something I’m not getting?

Am I missing the ever so subtle signals?

Inflections of life

The universe or something else

All this fretting and telling myself

It will be O.K. is alright

Until I realise the sweet bird of promise arriving

In the morning will be gone by half past sorrow

Disappearing under the song of another jealous night

Until the one who starts has had enough

And the killing stops once and for all

As hope shows its colours

Overwhelming all that it is put in its path