He feels he is dragged along

behind the wheel of his life.

Last night he caught himself napping in the mirror

haloed in sleep-white hair.


Each morning he must crank up this carcase

and amid a shower of pain

that he fends from a vengeful girdle

get all the bones to connect.


But still he will groom

his garden of phone numbers

and sapere aude

a walk-on-water rationality.




10th May 2007