Posing for pictures

Judas scuppered the plan
for a last supper reunion.

some nights I don’t write
I watch the sunset
and some nights I don’t sleep
I watch the moonbeams that
dance dreamily,
meaning me
or something like that.

I have a shoulder
in fact I have two
which are not as strong
as yours
but you lend them to me
to lean against casually,
to cry on
and sometimes painfully so.

Some times I watch water flow
wanting to know
where could it want to possibly go
in such a rush
and really I’m watching
life.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.