Hoverflies

I was watching
two hoverflies
early this morning,
they’d hang in the air
almost motionless,
then they’d engage
one another in a frenzy
for a few moments,
then separate
and hang again.

They were like my thoughts,
I would manage to still my mind
for a few moments then I’d be off,
worrying about why
I hadn’t written any poetry
or whether the courgette leaves
were going to starve the carrots of light.

Then it started to rain,
soft, summer rain
falling on the leaves
of the Ash tree above me.

That’s the thing about nature,
when it intervenes
it’s always beautiful, total,
inexplicable and right.

Soul

I sympathise with you,
married to a fool,
a loud obnoxious man,
filled with indignation
at what life has sent him
and still believing he has rights.

I thank you too,
even though I know you
have no choice in the matter
I thank you just the same,
for seeing through it all
and staying with me anyway.