Concorde over St Catherine s Dock 1981

used to look up at the sky,
St Catherine’s dock.
Dad said that’s Concorde
on approach.
and then they took the bird away.
older now,
another part of me died
lost an anchor to the past
part of me resides
like peter pan,
never wanting change.
I looked around at the here and now,
inside,
to see what new things arrive,
in life
to replace the missing
parts
always new tides
to beach-combe
I pick thru
the old gloves, kelp
and shoes
and people and places
the rusty hues of the mind
don’t fit
where I am today
yet part of me wants to play those games,
again
I can still hear the roar, but its easy-jet
not the same
it races away
like Concorde and a little child
amazed
4 seconds delay
and then the roar
put my little hand up
to the vapour trail,
I thought I could stop it fading
empty an ocean
little steps,
are strides these days.
I have learned,
the ever changing ways,
of the world, now fathers gone
hoping that,
the offerings will continue
to flow
but when finding loving things-
don’t want to let go
but they have to leave
like the best snowfall
in wonderland,
it cant stay pained forever.
nothing is perfect
I am a feather, falling
you have to let it go
else you wont let in the new
too crowded otherwise
no room to grow you see
like peter pan
your glamour can fade
people can change
but the soul is made to stay
lovers can leave although you pray
the same,
strong steps can lead to lame.
but only if you let them.
you have to let in the new,
no room you see
don’t cry for the ones behind
set aside a time for that
don’t try and stop the wheel,
or part the tracks,
with the tempered way you feel
understand its life
or you’ll never welcome the new
the future has in store
everything-
but you have to let it in.





2009 P Crompton

for Christine