words that are my own
If only I had done better
If only I had tried harder to
If only
But at times I did do better
But no-one saw
But I did it for me
So that when I was feeling that I could have done more, I remember there were times when I did
A reminder that regret is almost futile
And ‘if only’ is just two words
Sometimes I am small
The stars are above
My eyes shut tight
So tiny
And the weight, the heaviness of the world is above me
Around me
I can feel small
somehow
amidst the gloom
amongst the debris
we must find a little light, a glow, a glimmer
at this moment in time though, we need a glow, a bit of warmth a hug from a soft light
a gentle guide to pull us through
Lets hope that they clean up the plastic
Lets hope that the do-gooders, the positive thinkers
will pick up the endless debris, filling thin plastic bin liners with ugly, discarded, one-use water bottles
broken flip flops
coloured rope bits,chunks of mouldy yellowed foam
letting the sand, that was hidden, see the sky again.
Re-cycle it they say.
i ask myself but won’t it turn up again?
Wont it wash up again in its recycled form and lie amongst pebbles waiting for hippy mums, the well meaning dads to instruct their burdened children to pick it up and save the planet?
So we are all wearing coats made from recycled fishing nets.
We are drinking coconut milk lattes from biodegradable cups and believe we have secured the future of the human race.
We watch the salt water rush up onto the shore cover the golden sands then it retreats in pretty foamed lines
and we are cheered
almost smug.
That clean sand
not a squished,crumpled plastic container in sight.
We lie back in our recycled deck chairs and hope the fish won’t get stabbed by plastic forks again.
We hope that the turtles won’t ever die slowly again entangled in masses of endless net or that the silly gulls won’t fill their guts with random polythene scraps and ruin their digestive systems again.
We hope its all sorted.
world of words 