Wayside Episode

 

By the edge of the road
I stopped and sat down,
at the bottom of a mile-long hill.
I mean, it was the height of summer
no shade and my hangover disabling me.
My sweating stumps could get no further.

Why should a brown Austin Allegro
roll to a stop 50 yards ahead?

Perhaps 10 minutes later 
my pulsating plates of meat 
were persuaded to shamble over.
A white-haired man sat eating cake from a tissue.

After ascertaining my sanity
he gave me a life-saving lift up the hill.
Little more was said 
but he had a peculiar twinkle in his eye.

I wish for two poems here. The first is 
simply in recognition of these uncanny episodes-
you need to be saved
and, unreasonably it seems, you are saved.

The second concerns human beings 
and their evolutionary process of growing up.

The white-haired gentleman 
by the glint of humour in his eye
inescapably highlighted the fact
that I was not the finished article.
 I couldn't argue with that, being full as a sea
with laughably shaped fish.
It changes nothing that I could play every note of
"Recuerdos De La Alhambra" on the banjo.


How many times can a ball of clay refashion itself?
Are there enough philosophical attitudes 
to commit to, like positions from the Kama Sutra?
Was I (aged 28.5) really a contestant in the game of life?
Perhaps the Robinson Crusoe of solipsism
must languish for decades before finding 
the heart to make the fantastic gambit 
towards uncertain shores.

◄ A House In Silence

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afishamongmany

Sat 29th Jun 2019 16:32

Adam W. it was a delight to read this ramble.
Loved -
'The white-haired gentleman
by the glint of humour in his eye
inescapably highlighted the fact
that I was not the finished article.
I couldn't argue with that, being full as a sea
with laughably shaped fish.'
Let's hear it for white-haired gentlemen, Yea!
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Lisa C Bassignani

Sat 29th Jun 2019 12:44

I love encounters like this. One's that keep you thinking for ever after.

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Devon Brock

Sat 29th Jun 2019 11:28

Love the line about "Recuerdos"! Sometimes those momentary encounters change the world.

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