And that poetry habit at the end of the month.....

Paul Simon’s Words

And all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
(Paul Simon
“Homeward Bound”)

My words passed under the bridge,
headed for the short horizon.
I dropped them from one side –
not really meaning to say it –
and ran for the other railing,
but they were already gone:
stones drowning from their portentious weight,
or sticks so light and buoyant
they were flung around the corner,
colliding with each other in the current,
unheeded and probably without meaning
for the lives at the distant end of the river.