The flattened circle

The shortest day that led me away into the longest of the longest nights,
the sound that bites as my thoughts invite me to take a promenade
down memory lane,
but
I’m back again
and
presently correct.

It didn’t start out this way
and to be honest
this
didn’t feel like the shortest day
however
the night belongs to the strongest,
who lasts the longest
lasts forever
or some adage similar.

and it’s pitch black
country ditch black

the Moon would get the sack
if it worked for me

but like most things celestial
it’s best we all
just try to understand.

The news is depressing
the Middle East
effervescing,
everyone outguessing
everyone else.

sometimes I wish I was an ostrich.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.