Sometimes you can’t see where to look.
The eyes aren’t designed to pick out the clues
that guide children through trees
into a place of food fights and colour fights and
water balloons that crash around the feet
of the people you fancy.
There is not enough time
to colour the path to
the right person.
I tried this once before
branching out to find
the right line to take
failing to spot the lines
that took me away form
the start of this thing.
the last time
was fluid and now there is nothing
figuring out if there is a true way to falter
sounds flat like I’m trying to something out
that doesn’t need to make sense
branching out you don’t know
if you will find the right way to get
from Nottingham to London
or if you will see the people
you dread seeing there
there are no right ways to get to the starting line
but if you don’t begin you’re all wrong from the outset
there are not true ways to falter
there is gibberish to come and gibberish to stop
An orange casio digital watch
sets off the tanned skin
on my husband’s wrist
keeps him on time
gets him to the right places
at the right time
or checking off the minutes
’til his workout has ended.
Pricked my finger repairing a pink tulle skirt. Blood doesn’t stain nylon.