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Wednesday, 11 January 2017
Turning Up For Work: Me and Trump
Sunday, 1 January 2017
Poem: Still Raining
Still Raining
My window looks in on me
Still raining.
OK, I like the rain, apart from it being cold and wet:
Those attributes I am not so fond of.
I like it's absence of colour and it's
Complete indifference.
The speckles it's makes on the glass and a memory of rain- drop races with Adrian.
Then.
Now:
None of my current crop of children would have the patience to watch a raindrop obey the laws of physics and meander down the pane.
I can conjure up excitement and laughter and
Small fingers tracing their favourites. Sometimes I called THAT cheating.
When I lost.
It's good isn't it? To have a cupboard full of moments. Mine is so crammed they spill out.
As for this one: I hold it before it goes. It's January 1st 2017, and right here, right now, I am happy.
Even
Though
It's
Still
Raining
Happy New Year