Life can be strangely marvellous. I am going through (yet another) existential crisis – what do I believe? The answer is I don’t know. I’m floating in a void of meaninglessness, for what we believe happily fills in the gaps. And so, just, right about to publish a re-edition of ‘On Intimacy’ I realise: there is a duplication of one poem. I choose which one to delete and think I’ll write another one now. The gap where I needed to write a poem was the poem header for the chapter ‘Meaninglessness’. Funny old life, strangely marvellous. (do you get that repetition joke?)
So here is today’s new poem:
I Can’t Bear to Swim Beneath
I scramble to make images,
of you, of me, of us –
of this thing called ‘Life’.
Breathless,
I cling to the edge of ideas,
too afraid
to sink below
too afraid
to immerse myself
in what I cannot understand.
