Silver plated

and then we materialise or do we
re-materialise and appear as ourselves
or as somebody else in someone’s eyes?

and someone’s always got their eyes on us
watching for that flicker.

I walk the dog or
the dog walks me?
and we get to where we’re going
eventually.

Sunday,
breakfast on the balcony
and fingers of frost
stirring my tea.

Lunacy.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.