Truro’s flags were flapping and fluttering in the breeze this afternoon.
A good friend sent me this cartoon knowing how much I would appreciate it, having spent my career as an English teacher. Thank you H.
We once saw Brian Patten reading his poems and this is among my favourites of his.
Sometimes it happens
And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.
And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.
And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypassed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.
So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the grass.