This Instant - Dedicated to Ellen Salter

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  This instant

 

This instant she is

Craning her neck

Sight reading the starlings on the aerial

She fears the sound of

The ceramic glazed lustre

A side dish of olive stones

Exploding into the cosmic

Void of the walk-in kiln

Does the light go on?

The bulb above your head

Does the penny drop?

The dripping alchemy

Of this stickle brick universe

Is somehow all wrong

An inverted syrup

Am I losing my hair?

 

Come here this instant

Your escape velocity 

Is terminal four

The quick sand conveyor belt

Is up to your neck in it

Squelch went the dying sun

She says sticking a finger in her cheek

A plastic spade blade gamely

Patting the top of the old block

Plastic flag at the ready

Seagulls whirl and crow

Expounding obvious pride in

The I told you so of it

The that which every mother knows

The new dog old tricks

Pavlov’s bell ringing certainty of it

Of it all of it all of it all

 

this instant instantly explodes

a highly improbable moment

 

then this one then the next

and then this one then the next

 

witness the tick tock clickety creak

of your best domino arrangement

 

snaking off into the single point

horizon of a vista waiting 

 

to be packed away

as Dawn descends

 

everyone likes to get the toys out

but non like to put them away

 

instead you wait behind a privet hedge

and pack away with the others they have

 

run past in their vest and pants best

inching up their passages.

 

 

This instant is now over

This instant has now ended

 

But this instant is all yours

In the back of your mind

 

If you have the time or inclination

My grandmother touched this instant

 

In service on her way between 

the kitchen and the dining room

 

After her spell in the work-house 

having been orphaned

 

She touched its barley sugar twirl

For good luck brushed

 

Its mahogany cough candy patina

This instant she thought

 

Imagining a camera looking

Down on her sallow complexion

 

And smiling resignedly into the future

A present from the ether

 

My arrival 

this instant

 

 

 

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