Poetry

Holding on

You could hold onto that
Something that grabs your attention
God knows, there are enough distractions
Every day, stumbling in this maze
With a sense of being lost
By memory, choice and a lack of direction.

There’s a backbone of faith
Your reflection caught in a window
Strangely reaffirming your lived dimensions.
You can hold onto it,
Albeit briefly and distorted, discoloured.

Some signs are there
I don’t say you are always aware,
That would be sensory overload,
But a list could be made
If we put our minds to it.

John Morris
January 2013