P.S.

 

Page-leaving nib hovers-

the hesitation of an afterthought

replete with intentions,

trapped and bound in ink

stops and sinks your pen to the

sheet once more.

But an afterthought

isn’t necessarily a reflection

of less importance,

a deflection or performance

disjointed and detracting

from all that you’ve said before.

By afterthought I mean something more-

maybe even

the thing you wanted to

say all along

but have only just summoned the courage

to write now that the space is

nearly gone.

The post scriptum is the preface

which took time and bravery

to develop and emerge-

the place where all of the ‘almosts’

of previous lines combine, gain momentum

until you use ‘P.S’ to ‘mention’

the point of each and every stacked

letter and word which preceded:

teetering under the weight of meaning unheeded.

‘I miss you’.

Thoughts distilled, post scriptum.

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Let’s

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.