A poem

Today, today, today I’m
repetitiously walking around the block
familiar fences
shield unfamiliar families, introvert
and extrovert alike,
today,
walking softly my footsteps remain unheard
no greeting words
today…

Today for some reason
there is not another soul out walking
no birds talking
doves obstinate in silence
refrain from cooing, sparrows only flit
in alarm at my stealth,
I am an apostle of apathy
advocate for none
following sad silent lines of lost souls
around the block, again…

Today, there is no life
in me, no God to rescue my soul
water tasted odd, today
perhaps decay my moral malaise
it is like that today, pointless
displays unseen, no witness to my
moody poet passing
silent sunglasses shield tired eyes
today.

Chris
Adelaide 2025