blowing out
19 july 2021
riverside ave
the fading
god of autumn
haberdashery
at the bus stop
in answer to my
question that touched
him like a breeze
on his loose shoulder
whispered to me
in boarding that
the length of any
life was just a
minute, the minute
in which you
are, every other
time was just
leaves in the making
leaves in the falling
we only have a
minute and he
waved like a
gull sheering off
the wind as the
bus pulled
out,
his words
rattled about
among my
hollow
thoughts
‘a minute to
live and
remember the
whole thing
in its
entirety’
he had
said
Copyright © 2021 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved
The music for the reading is from the Sonata for Two Pianos and Percussion, Sz. 110, BB 115 (1937) by Bela Bartok, performed here by Sir Georg Solti & Murray Perahia on pianos and Dame Evelyn Glennie and David Corkhill on percussion. Little Cat contributes a strategic meow.
An attempted ‘spooky’ rendition is here placed below:
Ruru ki Te Ruru 
enjoy all rumination on Time, leaves like minutes , days, decades dissolved back into the feedback loop at the base of the clock.
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Yes, that’s it, isn’t it, the ‘feedback loop at the base of the clock’; you could write something epic on that, recycled time, no time lost, just recycled.
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yes, the moment I wrote that comment I knew I’d started a poem for myself
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