Those of us who have it are wiser than wise:
we sadden and gladden with equal measure:
we see the whirled as it really flies and
feel the whirled as it really dies: and after all
is said and done by yous, the clues to our wisdom
are clear as day: whatever we do and may and might,
there’s nothing more eagle-eyed than the sight we possess, embrace and caress.
So remember that, yous fragile minds:
in every fragility there is absolute agility.
Don’t forget above all yous are – in fact! – so brave
that no one’s rage will be deserving
of re-serving your time: never double-booked are you;
always looking, always seeing that goddamn tingly truth.
And thus remember this, and never forget that:
your perspicacity, your precise agility,
the grandeur of your exact fragility …
… all this and more is what makes yous right:
yous heroines and heroes of super-powered flight!
* For my daughter, who coined this term last night to describe both herself and this father, who proudly found himself speaking to her at the time.
Earlier that day, she had also pointed me in the direction of the following video, from which I have taken inspiration for this morning’s poem. I hope Neil doesn’t mind this. I was mighty impressed, is all.
Finally, some photos I took and processed yesterday in Liverpool, as I continue to wander my auto-ethnographic way through life.