Are illusions made to be

don’t hang on to past things,don’t plan for the future;live a life of here and now.Jill, however, who alsolives for the moment,gets invited to every party,loves to meet you,bubbling with life,never short of conversation,an ornament to society,a gift to hostesses;discreet, too, so they say..can’t remember if we’ve met before;makes an appointment for us to meet…

I’m reading the one of yoursyou chose yourselfand as I’m readingI become two people sitting here:there’s the cynical grown-up,enjoying it yes butall the time – how’s he setting it up,what’s he making us feel? –now he’s slipping insomething a little out of kilter;now it’s all going wrong forthe guy – hero, villain?now it’s coming good…

that You are me myself,that I myself am You –or Who does not, in truth, say that;since You created me as You yourself,brooking no division and no doubt…then teach me, who am You yourselfto know myself; to knowthat I indeed know this in deed; and to rejoicein knowing that I know…teach me to know, in…

from an exhausting week’s conferencewhen the conman and his accomplicegot me right at my own front door –I’m mortified by the memory –they could replace my missing roof tilesin a moment, look, the ladder’salready up there, the accompliceis halfway up, now he’s alreadyon the roof in his plimsolls, now he’sshaking the chimney-stack, look, it’s loose…….

wishing not to know too much;in case this cloudsour mind’s clear day..they’ve been together since, oh, sincethe one she, had a bright career,the other she, just had a ‘job’;and now they’re old;it would be easy for the mindto label them… the which, the how..and yet we know(wishing not to know too much)that love flows as…

He’s dumping me. I’ll live.because you ‘like to live an honest life’.What life.but you ‘hope we’ll be friends’.Friends of who?so shall we share the bill?Probably.