On the Flicking of a Switch
The switch flicks
- and in that moment everything changes.
The flicking switch
rearranges everything;
what was important is suddenly
unimportant. Priorities re-prioritised.
Problems of great magnitude
minimised by the flicking of that switch.
The world is magnified and
suddenly a tiny usually trivilaised thing
takes on a wonder never seen before;
I watched that tiny ladybird for an hour
climbing a fox-glove stem and silently cheered
as it reached the top.
I watched as, drop by drop, the rain fell,
snaking its way down the window pane
and my own pain fell drip by aching drip
as it made a pool in the chasm of my heart.
I mustn't fall apart they say;
stay strong, think only positive thoughts.
I'm thinking that I can't think beyond today.
I'm thinking that something has started eating me away.
Is that negative or just realistic?
Someone flicked that switch you see
and I cannot see in the darkness.
I peer through the gloom looking for a light;
but the switch flicked
- and in that moment everything changed.
The flicking switch
blacks out everything.
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