Perspective Copyright © Jen Overett 2011

Passing moments or a lifetime?
I see less difference now,
And there’s a peace to learning, as we should,
How to put our passions to one side,
Or pass them to our children,
Or follow a greater good.

All the energy in my heart,
Its tiny beats,
This blue-grey Suffolk sky,
Spring silhouettes of green,
Chestnut blossom, cones of dusky pink,
Hedgerow of hawthorn and lime;

Nothing can hold a moment fast
Or bring me to you.
So I have piled memories on a high shelf, devoid
Of comforting light, dog-eared
Between e e cummings
And Sigmund Freud.

I need only flick through
A page or two, and we’re cycling
Along the Pacific coast or an English country lane,
Breeze in your hair, sun on my face,
We are laughing, your eyes are shining,
You’ve unrolled like a poem again.