CHESS

- One small piece!

The sun rises,

Then sets and blessed are those

Who drift away, who centre

Souls and fall asleep.

Awake!

Money markets clatter

Importantly as if they matter,

A spatter of war shatters homes

And loathed I am to exist

In chains by this machine

Consultants click the keys,

Police investigate the “FREEZE”

And each way I look the pace

Follows rigid lines of a

Concrete place.

As a drill burrows roads for

An environmental kill,

And another bores holes for oil

To back up the ridicule,

I toil the day, seizing

Every opportunity to suspend

Belief in all this barren

City’s taught.

A Thunder Clap!

Helvelyn creaks the bones,

An ancient wood nestled

Silently strips the clothes,

A skinny dip with frogs,

The dragon flies and water

Vowels - unfolds a city kid.

I light a fire by the tent

And mesmerized I watch

An ancient crackle as I’m

Bathed within its smoke,

A little of the light,

A reprieve from stubborn

Quarrel, from power keen

To prove a point.

All is quiet!

And the insignificance of

Whom we claim to be

No longer intrudes upon my

Will, my thoughts, my mind -

My heart.

As dusk falls, and

Trees make shadows in

The dark, I’m blessed with

A shower, natures tears

For the passing hour,

An hour for the leaves of

Flowers where an

Urban risk, regains his

Strength, his tower of

Pride for all that mother

Nature hides

And sleep

Sleep

Sleep,

This day turned night

The heavens blessed me

Just

One

Small

Piece!

Michael J Waite 6^th April 2009