To The Garden I Go

When things get too much for me,

as they often do,

to the garden I go,

to find a blade of grass,

to flick away my woe.


It is hard to explain what flicking is

to people who are not like me.

Picking a ‘flicker’ is an art in itself,

I choose from a sea of possibilities.


It will not do if it does not bend,

or if it is too heavy or too light.

Once I find it, down I sit

and flick away this light.


it is something I can focus on

when my mind is awash with muck.

I twirl and flick my blade of grass

as sticky thoughts become unstuck.


By Glen Sheppard, from Elvis Has Left The Building (2002)

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