Pictures, Words

Leaves in the sun

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Pile of leaves

here the bottom
and across the pool,
reflections

Seated on a plaid blanket in black bathers, he looks East to where the sun rises. We know when he’s been by the offering at the side of the pool. A perfect duck dive, a bare face and then a clutch of rotting leaves.

He’s not like the ‘serious’ swimmers who toil back and forth with measured stops to check their times or take a drink. While they travel in straight lines, he curves in all directions, diving down into the blue box with the shifting glass ceiling.

One morning I ask him how he is. Eyes set in smile crinkles, he tells me that he is angry; angry with the petty incompetence of his working life and the inability of men and women to rise above mediocrity. Most mornings he is gone before I arrive, but I always know when he has been.

beside an empty pool
a fresh of pile of leaves
catching the sun

Words

Yours and mine

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Round and Round in the Circle Game

Yours and mine

It was a long drawn out winter and then such a short, late spring. I’m not sure if I saw the blossoms come and go. As the final separation drew closer, so the paperwork piled higher.

nice and pretty
but my hands are old
in the spring snow

Now, after years orbiting one another, deep space beckons; first a man with a van and a handful of friends, then a truck with a crew from the Ukraine.

sorted into piles
our record collection
once more yours and mine

 

Words

Surprising View from a Room

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Its been so cold and cloudy these last few days and then this morning clear blue skies at 5 o’clock in the morning. That was the view from my bed in Pullman Court.

I’m feeling a bit throaty but remember that when the weather started to clear yesterday, the pollen that feels like grains of acid made its presence known … Very late in the ‘summer’. What has happened to our weather.

Talking about colds, Nick the Framer said he had worn a mask from his workshop when caring for his ancient mother yesterday morning; just so she didn’t catch anything. Charlotte the French Horn noted that the Japanese did this too.

What? I’d seen pictures of this with people masked up in public and always thought this had to do with their own fastidiousness. It turns out that it was thoughtfulness about their fellows. It’s the same mindset that makes them wash before having a bath.

That is what came to mind this morning looking out over South London from the top floor. Sometimes your views say more about you than they do about your subject … and more about your subject than you realise.

The Japanese never cease to surprise and inspire.

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