A poem

I’m listening to P J Harvey,
(my good fortune)
falling in love a little
(one day there’ll be a place for us)
her voice so achingly real,
I am stricken
falling in love with any sensual soul
who soars and turns
in flight, the sheer accomplishment
to be above it all.

The litter of my life clogs my brain
ephemera, the stuff
always hinting at what my identity
when she sings, oh my heart
(one day there’ll be a place for us)
pictures us walking side by side,

It is a lie
fantasy paralyzing enticing
distracting always seeking diversion
no pain no gain!
forget the gain, the pain will come
but now I’m just in love
a little bit right now
(one day there’ll be).

Chris 2025