Time

Time is...
Time is passing - Tick-tock tick-tock!
Time is...
Time is lunch time
Tea time
Supper
Bedtime
Time is structure 
Time is a routine to your day
Time is the string that joins 'the was'
to the 'is'
and to the 'will be'
Tick-tock tick-tock!
Time is...
Time is the domain of academics
the philosophers
the scientists
and the preachers
Tick-tock tick-tock!
Time is...
Time is the bricks and mortar we built into a home
Time is the all that cooking and cleaning and caring we did
Time is growing old
Time is those little changes noticed in the bathroom mirror
Tick-tock tick-tock!
Time is...
Time is those we love
more and more and more
Time is a fundament physical quantity 
Time is used to define other quantities
Time is holding hands
Time is doing those little things together 
Time is caring
Time is seeing them grow up
Time is birthdays
anniversaries
new partners in different places
Time is money - time is killed
Time we save - time we loose
Time is precious 
Time is beyond our control 
Time flies and waits for no man!
Tick-tock tick-tock!
and - time
Tick-tock tick-tock!
our time here
Tick-tock tick-tock!
in this place 
Tick-tock tick-tock!
...is limited time
(think on!)

The Commuter (Washing Their Socks)

A long segmented metal tube
skims along two parallel metal strips
taking a subsection of the species known as 'the commuter'
sometimes reluctantly 
from the place they want to be
to a different place where they don't really want to be
to perform a function such as delivering a service 
mending something 
selling something 
creating something  
or building something 
in order for 'the commuter' to earn the small round pieces of metal
and the rectangular polymer sheets needed
to buy the small thin pieces of coloured printed card
or to be able to add specific data onto their addictive
noisy
rectangular 
multifunctional communication devices
that allows them to ride
(sometimes sitting - sometimes standing)
within the long
metal
segmented tube
for a defined period of time
and in a specific direction.

On this journey sometimes 'the commuter' is happy
sometimes not so - depending on the reason for the journey.
Being a commuter 
this journey away from the place they were in 
is usually made around the time when the star they call their sun has just risen banishing the dark.
The dark period is the period when commuters play and rest and wash their socks
(socks being small knitted devices made of fibres which initially come as matching pairs but within one of the two a device is fitted to ensure that the sock gets lost when they're washed - washing machines have a reciprocal function which works along with the sock to achieve this - the ones that remain 
fit on peoples feet to keep them warm and comfortable when they commute - but no longer as a matching pair).

To qualify as a 'commuter' you must have just woken up and as such must not be fully 'compos mentis' (with it!)
nor be fully replenished!
A typical meal for a commuter is an 'Energy Drink'
(a sparkling; sugar ladened beveridge available in a much smaller metal tube with many unsubstantiated promises printed on the outside) and 'Mars Bars' (a high fat; high sugar; high colestoral slab 
coated in a substance made from the fruit of the Cacao tree
all wrapped in a material traditionally made from products which are leading to the downfall of the commuters planet).
Neither of these substances will successfully provide 'the commuter' with enough energy over a substantial period
(certainly not until the time when they stop the function they have been undertaking all day 
and go and find another long segmented metal tube to return to the place where they wash their socks).

Once back at the place they wash their socks
'the commuter' must then cram in all the things they wished they'd been doing (Including washing their socks)
before having to go and rest because their star (the sun) has now disappeared and all is dark!
Rest is very important because when next their star rises
heralding another day
they're going to have to do it all again!
(including washing their socks!)



One Year On

There is a man
(I am a man)
62 years old 
(I am 62 years old)
he is the only person left living in a partly destroyed block of flats
(I live in a friendly neighborhood and my house is intact)
in a Ukrainian war zone
(I don't live in a war zone)
one year on from the start of the war
(a war he had nothing to do with)
he has seven damaged flights of stairs to climb
(My house hasn't got access issues like that)
to reach his war ravaged flat, which he calls home
(I am safe and secure)
with no heating 
(I have heating)
and no clean running water
(I have clean running water)
his toilet doesn't work 
(mine works, in fact I have two!)
as the cistern cracked when it froze
(my climate is less harsh)
a Ukrainian winter is very unforgiving
(the weather here isn't likely to take my life)
he is wrapped up against the cold, 24/7
(I sit here in my shirt sleaves and slippers)
his resources are low
(I go to a fully stock supermarket every Friday and can afford to buy just what we want)
he cooks what food he can find 
(I have choices)
his only pleasure is to watch a grainy picture on a small television, 
lashed up in the corner of his partly damaged lounge
(life brings me many pleasures)
he lives in fear
(I don't live in fear)
his face has lost its smile
(I have so many things to smile about)
his face is that of a 62 year old man who has lived in a war zone for one whole year
(I've never even been anywhere near a war zone)
...a war that was not of his doing
a war that his country cannot be blamed for
a war that the aggressors cannot justify
a war that has broken this man - he is a broken man
his life means nothing to him
his eyes say more than his mouth has ever said
the way he shuffles around
his head bowed
not wanting to make eye contact with anyone 
not wanting anyone to read his face
not wanting to allow people to look into those eyes 
eyes which feel so much pain
not wanting to allow people to read the dispare in his soul
and the hate he feels for those who have done this to him






Everything Shouts At You

Everything shouts at you these days
the whole shopping experience shouts at you
scanners beep at you to tell off if you make a mistake with a 
"telling you off noise"
tills beep at you
card machines blow you a 'raspberry' when you get it wrong!
shops in general shout
doors "Whoosh" open for you
PA systems play music,
adverts
announcements 
staff on walkie-talkies chatter
shouting into to gadgets on their heads
pushing things in their ears
talking loudly to someone somewhere else in the shop
everything in the modern car shouts at you
when you open doors
when you close doors
"Your doors are still open"
"Your boot is still open"
"Your fuel is low"
"Your charge is low"
'Caution - you are reversing
(why wouldn't you know you are reversing?)
mobile phones shout constantly
incoming messages
phone calls
social notifications
battery low warnings 
"Bing-bong"
"Bing-bong"
"Bing-bong"
everything in your kitchen shouts at you
modern cookers
ovens
microwave ovens especially are very vocal
modern hobs shout all the time
"You've placed something on me and I don't like it!"
"You've left a drop of liquid on me, I don't like it so wipe it away or I will shut down!"
washing machines "beep beep beep I'm badly loaded"
dishwashes - "beep beep beep I've finished, come and empty me right away!"
tumble driers - 'beep beep beep I've stopped annoyingly just twenty minutes after I started, shall I carry on?"
hearing aids can't turn on without playing a little tune
they talk to each other through your head "beep beep? ...Beep!"
computers 
computers on "beep beep beep, yes you've turned me on"
computers off - "beep beep beep yes I'm shutting down! Bare with!"
printers make noises when turning on and turning off - they make random moaning noises whilst printing
then they shout "my printer cartridges are getting low!" noises
and "I'm out of paper!" noises
and "silly human, the paper is not correctly loaded!"
and "silly human, the paper is now jammed!" noises
and house alarm noises play on your mind!
"Beep"...
..."I'm about to go off!"
"Beep - I might go off"
"Beep - I might go off"
"Beep - I'm about to go off but I'm not telling you when!"...
(evil laugh - pause...)
..."Beeeeeeeeeeep!"
car alarms shout at you in the middle of the night and wake the whole street
Trains!
railway stations are always shouting at you
"Mind this! Mind that! Don't do this! Don't do that! 
...Don't leave that there!"
then when you get on the train you're always being told not to do this and that
"Don't leave your bags... 
Have your tickets ready..."

Fridges...
fridges don't shout at you
My fridge doesn't shout at me!
Does your fridge shout at you?





(Haiku)

Man with clean shoes but
dirty backs of trouser legs
should rise earlier

And The

as I walk I hear the sound of men shredding branches with a machine
and the sound of the river 
chattering across its shallows
and the sound of a woodpecker searching for a snack
and the sound of ducks taking flight from the water 
and the sound of seagulls arguing on the breeze
and the crunch of my boots on the old railway bed
and the sound of a joiner working a on a new roof
and the sound of a little dog
barking at the sound of rocks thrown disturbing the calm of the river

...and the silence of an egret
and the silence of the mist that hangs in the valley
and the silence of the old railway 
and the silence of my contentment