Hogmanay, Blairmore, 2014
By Sheila McWattie, submitted by Jill, Sheila’s sister
half-gasps. flickers give rise to half-
breaths; recognition. a passing.
lips drying at the thought of almost-gone.
who knows? this one was odd; quick;
often too busy. ticking off appointments.
the sudden was the best: Carol Ann
Duffy on the train. Lesley from America.
Venice lunch close to the Rialto bridge.
Scottish heritage bringing pearly tears
en route to Portavadie……will ye no come
remembering / discovering deep peace.
happy. rapture. from that bank of stillness
deep down: the more stock up, the
more is available……..
five pens in my leather bag: a good omen.
catching my breath at what I don’t yet
know. where? who? what? how?
when? all we can do is breathe.
all we can lose is gone.
all we can cherish is here.
all we can see is now……..
(and) all we can know is love.