I listened to a poem this morning penned by the Welsh entertainer Max Boyce. Entitled, When Just The Tide Went Out he wrote it in tribute to the NHS and frontline workers in the UK who are so valiantly fighting to keep the corona virus at bay.
After hearing it through the first time I played it for my wife, and, only a few lines in, I couldn’t stop myself from crying.
The swell of emotion took me completely by surprise, but it was acute and visceral and has left me thinking about it for the rest of the day.
Ten years ago today I woke up early to the sound of birds – typical of a Johannesburg spring morning. It hadn’t been the most restful or peaceful of slumbers. When I’d initially dropped off to sleep the night before my brother came and woke me up because there was a moth in his room. Thirteen months of living in deepest, darkest Africa had prepared me for such events and so I swiftly stepped forward and twatted it with a flip flop (the moth rather than my dear brother although I was tempted…).
After that I lay awake for quite a while contemplating the universe as one does in the small hours leading up to your wedding.
Three quick moments of inspiration. I hope you enjoy them.
Gold – for my parents who celebrated fifty years of marriage over the weekend
Silver – because…well silver’s just lovely
Bronze – for a friend I lost a quarter of a century ago
Words are not enough.
All this dreaming and for what?
An empty tired heart?
But your words sustain
My heart through darkest hours,
And quicken my skin.
Your skin would grace mine
If our wandering pathways
Could ever converge.