‘So, Did you find the new play inspiring Jim?’
‘No, I found it expiring rather than inspiring, I’m afraid’
I have found my inspiration
I am looking under the ocean
And I am finding a respite
from the never ending light
And the train that is approaching
Seems to be encroaching on my skills
like the sea around Britain – further inland it goes.
I have found in her a salve for the unjust progression of time
Somewhere to rest my head and to breathe freely.
For a time spent reading what I might have written
had my path through life been different, if I had called
at different stations. Maybe I would still be waiting.
Perhaps we would have met at
a Virgo’s Dance and talked and drank without moving.
But in a dance we now are, me with her book and her with her writing schedule
that with a glance swift I did look, perchance to meet the authorly gaze of
the one of which I speak.
Now revived from a slumber deep
I have much to do and upon much I have relied so the
new will not be too hard to exorcise. My eyes!, my eyes!, my eyes!
Do not deceive me as page after page come before them
fresh to devour or skim over or to revise wisdom old
and new in a mental franchise.