Above sea level



If I am failing,
if that is what’s ailing me
then I sit uncomfortably
with death at my side.

In the ruins where I strayed
where I played
I have stayed for too long
and
time has abruptly erupted.

It’s Sunday
and I am practising
my shining
just in case
‘Jesus
wants me for a sunbeam’

© 2020, John Smallshaw.