Saturday, 19 November 2011

I Did My Best

I’d like to think that
I did my best would be enough in a
world so full of conflicting stories
and the dead art of just believing,
yet even setting up this idea
of a compassionate thought is
tugged down by the weight of prior
teaching: how I and everyone else
should be thankful for the given and
guidance prevailing in our
home towns or more universal
touchstones, as if the rule book
on living has pages turning long before
your fingers feel parchment on flesh.


  1. I don't wish to sound repetitive, but this is yet another rather lovely piece. It resonates on so many levels.

  2. I can cope with that kind of repetition...