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Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger

it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration

levels the playing field to a point apportioning recrimination

without actually achieving anything but turning on the tap

of seemingly futile emotions seeking for a functional cause


My lover and I were set to move on from Spain back to home

a new abode on the British Isles to work and retire for good

Sitting in a house in Valencia with boxes packed with books

memorabilia trinkets and carpets rolled up for easy transport

we simply waited for one final certificate from the authorities

Nothing fancy just a signature on paper and promised long ago

but nothing had prepared us for the legendary mañana mañana

with months of inaction inaptitude and not a thought for reason

We are working on it they said but no one seemed to care about

how much depended on the form and a long chain of consequences


Now the buyers pulled out and who can blame them as they 

patiently waited such a long time and eventually merely gave up

on their dream and by proxy on our venture and own aspirations

Unpacking the moving goods will keep us busy for a short while

to make our house presentable once more and waiting to ensue


Injustice grinds its teeth at feelings and reason that do not conform

fail to find the wise mind to align their disarray and stark confusion

and so we are lost in transition that keeps on lingering for an eternity

while our souls bleed remonstrate on what ifs and other conjunctives

Lashing out at floorboards and ceilings does not deal with the grief


My grandma used to say it is what it is and advised with great caution

that one never knows what it may be good for and advised acceptance

and her problems were bigger than ours with a war raging in Europe

bombs on her head ruins devastation existential fear and an unknown

and we have each other a roof over our heads and food on our table


And yet it is difficult to be grateful when a vision for imminent future

has been shattered so crudely in its unfairness of unnecessary delay

On the bright side candles and scent sticks are unpacked as we pray

17th March 2021
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