Sick leave

Sometimes I wonder
if
the light is brighter
because my eyes are duller
and pulling in
more amperes,

Musing about
cold fusion,
confusing it with
Confucius,

the tic-tac of bric-a brac clacking
through my brain
reminding me it’s time again
to do, but what?
and what if I remember that once
I used to wonder?

I am the jigsaw that I used to make,
the picture on the biscuit tin,
I am the time I lost and wandered in,
the 45’s I used to spin
and then I wonder.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.