Beating the community chest

What does it feel like to
kneel and to pray
like you mean it?

I heard him say,
‘we all prey man’

I left the window open
hoping that the night would slip away
and the morning light would slip inside,

we all do as we do
and those thoughts that come in blue
come in many other colours too.

Wednesday
as if that makes any difference to
the daffodils that spill a little
sunshine on the hands that mark
out time,

I’d go fishing;
but
it’s not allowed.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.