I planted a tree a couple of days ago
A Silver Birch
My wife’s favourite
It was in the ground
and looking good
Without warning
My back just seized
Oh shit
Here we go again
Pain starts immediately
And the darkness sneaks in
Why did I bother i think
I’ll never see the tree grown
Never sit in its shade
Never get to walk by
Touch the trunk
Feel the leaves
I spent the next few days inside
With my laptop
Pages open for scrutiny
Wheelchairs
Walking aides
Retirement homes
In-home nursing
(The trees goal is clear
Grow tall and offer its shade
Fear consumed my life)
My wife continues
To water the tree
And love me
Even though I often tend
To catastrophise.
Anxiety
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Some choices are black and white
And yet I always add the grey.
Before I know it –
All the colours bloom.
Reds, greens and sometimes blue,
And I’ve put it off –
Until another sunrise.
Maybe then, in black and white.
I met a man upon the beach One steamy summer morn'. He was quiet and calm, And as we stood and watched - Another day was born. As the first rays touch our chests I turned to look at him once more. His hair was long, His feet were bare, His robes were wet and worn. He turned to me a gaze that pierced, Then filled me with content. His eyes were deep His face was calm His soul was on display. He invited me to share repast We sat and watched the rising sun - And ate his fish And ate his bread And drank no finer brew. Conversation flowed with ease As if brought upon the gentle breeze We spoke of things That summer dawn Which calmed my jagged mind. I walk that beach now ev'ry day And feel the same sweet peace - As nature flows And the ocean sighs And seabirds eulogise.