Big Big Blue Poem by GRANT FRASER

There's something in my
throat, I'm telling Ye!

not just plain words
or saliva,

no there's a serrated
dryness, and it's rising up,
up, up, to defeat me,

every morning I feel it,
or clear it,

and my brain like a dank
blue balloon,

clownish and stark,

mind is playing circuitous
tricks,

have to divvy up all my present
time on Earth,

work responsibilities, , my wife
Helen, Eddie the dog, both absent
sons, have to get on with it,
focus - refocus - defocus!

as Ants do their customary's,
down by the sea front,
in spandex, or pink grey sportswear,

hoping we're going somewhere,
in the correct place, at a safe time,
between the heavenly wind & clouds,

I stretch out, in the big big blue..