Next Time Round
Long step after long step,
A long and stony path.
Stony, and as steep as stairs
And somewhere, between Now and There,
My sense of wonder disappeared.
Now it’s water gushing through a mill,
Wheels churning down the road,
Paper pushing pen across the ink,
And a cold rhythm of season after season.
Even Spring has lost its passion.
Wake up! I need the cockerel
Farting a fanfare in my ear.
I need the stolid, pious indignation
Of pigs denied their morning feed.
I need the ginger sprouting from its rhizome
And the mosquito slapped against my screen.
Edward is a lecturer and writer, mostly on business and politics. He often posts twittaku (double haiku in 140 characters) on Twitter, plus the occasional political limerick.