For a pittance: rhapsody of life
Driving to my canal walk I see a party of parked cars,
a garage sale, holiday board games on my list.
A young couple moving to Queensland for work.
Spotting a demurely coquettish teapot
plus the happenstance of a dollar five-games-in-one box
I tell their owners I have done what they are doing,
offer encouragement, pay three dollars towards
this next phase of their adventure together.
In my car the box plans quiet holidays with the teapot.
I head off down the canal path thinking of my own
sell-up-and-leave trip north in the published past
and beyond, a carpark in the shadow of the cathedral
in Strasbourg where, for a pittance, hustlers sold me
a vase of carved maidens with a hole in it, now
on my busy desk, balm for the impossibility of forever.
To head north. To sit at scarred tables, begin again.
Teapot, vase, ripples downstream, all gorgeous.
By Ian C. SmithQLRS Vol. 15 No. 3 Jul 2016