The Opposite of the Blues
Perhaps magnetic north has shifted
or El Niño
is benevolent now.
It may be a solar flarefiring rogue positively
the natural prey of the English
keeps finding toeholds.
The evidence is stacking up;
the car starts first time
and on some mornings, so do I.
I was called Sir without
sarcasm or malice,
won a raffle, the ticket bought with guilt.
I don’t know what it all means but
know enough not to question, but savour
when winds of fortune change.
I’m trying not to panic,
to give any hint this is anything
less than normal
the good table by the window
an upgrade accepted with practised courtesy
dessert on the house.
Those close start to notice
but don’t say it straight out.
Hugs are tighter
and come with sound effects.
Your picture is central
on the mantelpiece,
you are this week’s
Dad thinks about the word “proud”.
Your best friend’s wife’s kiss
after years of landing on the cheek
meets you on the lips, and lingers.