Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /25
Like A Potted Plant
A poem by Michael Hawkes
LIKE A POTTED PLANT
I HAVE A PLACE IN THE WINDOW
TO EXPOSE MY PALE VISAGE
TO THE BLUENESS OUTSIDE.
Tho’ still with inklings of pillage and plunder
I’m glad in my bones that they are denied;
That unruly impulsions subside.
MEANWHILE I’M IN WONDER AT THE LIGHT,
In the blueness, the brightness,
In the glory of seeing,
In the glide and the slide
THAT FEELS ABOUT RIGHT,
And being put here to ponder,
While destinies wander
Like fugitives sundered from all they have known,
I thank a kind fate that has found me sedate
With a mate in the warmth of a home.
17/02/21 – Hawkes