The Normal Grown-Up

Daily you cheat death! Sort sighs of love from whispers Of passing bullets.

Heard Mum say thank Christ Easter is early this year Christ knows how we’ve coped. 

Morning argument Drowned out by the rubbish truck Oh god, it’s Tuesday. 

Disused railway line – Setting sun at last inflames Nodding dry grass heads. 

Her kettle murmurs Normal tea with normal milk The least I can do.

How I know That souls weigh nothing at all I don’t know. 

I will hold these words And try to loosen my grip On everything else. 

Five seconds of peace Waking knowing only birds Then I remember. 

I just can’t kill our Power-mad wisteria  It’s braver than me. 

Leaf tip weighs its tear Springs back as the dear drop falls Now for another