My currency is words-

pinpricks of soul shaped and formed

to be melded with time,

and it matters how we spend them-

where we lend them,

and where we give them

willingly or reluctantly.

See words are more than letters,

an alphabet re-ordered,

they can create or dismantle borders,

build bridges or walls

between places and people alike.

They’re more than phonics

that ring in your ear

words you heard

or thought you did writ small or big,

which slid from your ears, your eyes

and seize your mind, and maybe deeper.

Keepers of ideas,

engineers of fear and comfort:

They can make a furnace of your palms,

a hummingbird of your heart,

a glacier trailed down your back.

They’re the shivers and sweats

of hopes and regrets

where silence could have reigned for better or worse.

They can ignite or extinguish your every sense-

tie your tongue and your mind

until the knotted intertwining leaves you silent-

unable to oscillate or vibrate coherently.

They’re the authors of moments,

the tellers of ages, they shape our heres and nows

beyond chapters and pages.

They can make your heart soar,

faster and harder than you thought it could

and they can stop it, too.

They’re what I’m stood here with,

alone on this page stage,

they float across this cavernous papery room to you.

And maybe they oscillate and strike a chord with you,

or maybe not,

but my currency is words-

pinpricks of soul

shaped and formed and melded with time,

and it matters how we spend them.



Let’s re-learn how to bounce

after wiping out on a board

find the indestructible super hero

we never lost but kept stored

and hidden behind the years which passed.

Let’s ask the questions we’ve never asked,

too scared of looking like we don’t know what

we’re doing, which happens all too much

but is said all too few, and let’s put pva glue

on our hands, let it dry and peel it off

because we know that was fun.

Let’s run for running’s sake, chasing the horizon

let’s smile without thinking about what we’ve laid our eyes on

which triggered that smile. Let’s not censor laughs.

Let’s ride trolleys down a super market aisle,

and climb trees with beckoning branches and trunks

-let’s eat cake not in neat slices, but in handful chunks.

Let’s make forts in our gardens from twigs and leaves

Let’s go home in the evening with mud on our sleeves,

in our hair, on our shoes, and our faces-

Let’s raise our eyes once in a while and fill them with space,

imagining aliens and creatures which we forgot with time which took us-

Let’s lose ourselves in the pages, the worlds of corner-dwelling books.

Let’s dance when we hear good music- regardless of ability

Let’s try handstands and cartwheels ignoring our self-proclaimed fragility.

Let’s wrap ourselves in bubblewrap, but in the literal sense

– for fun not defence.

Let’s unlearn some of the things

which time has tried to teach,

in spite of our grasp of limitation,

let’s re-learn how to reach.