Rebirth/Resolutions

Rebirth/Resolutions

                                           

The topic for writing group this week:

rebirth/resolutions

Finally! something positive

Something with hope

Something not “murder”.

I spend the week mulling

waiting for some flash of

inspiration

brilliance to impress

them all.

Ideas of threads,

storylines, clever lines of poetry

Flit around like the commonly

picked up and discarded resolutions

of new years

Exercise more/Eat less/Give up

alcohol/coffee/chocolate

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Late to lunch one day

Driving madly in the pouring rain

Pondering rebirth/resolutions

Sending an “I’m late again!” text

I round the bend

Out of the corner of my eye

A man, a boy really,

Glances around

At the suitcase he is pulling

That is soaking up the water

That is coming in sheets

Over his backpack

Running off his head

Filling the puddle he is wading through.

200 metres down the road I imagine myself

Stopping

Picking him up

Imagine the grateful look

The seats absorbing some of the cold water

Off his body

His suitcase

Imagine

Helping

But I was late

again

My noble imaginings were just that

 (only without reality one has to

question the nobility)

Ten minutes later

Ordering my camembert sandwich

Sipping my filter coffee

Boy with the suitcase

Forgotten

Noble imaginings

Gone

In my privileged

Car windows up

Camembert eating

Existence

It feels wrong to think of

to write

clichéd poetry

--that will be discussed over cappuccinos

and Danish pastries at Cork road--

about

rebirth/resolutions

When so many

Dragging suitcases

Through Zimbabwe’s rain storms

Cannot.