Poetry at 28

Sometimes I think my heart

is not wild enough for poetry.
It used to be.

I used to rail in drunk abandon

Against the boredom

That sits beside me now,

That is a constant companion

Who muffles my days

And makes me wish

I could sleep my life away.

I could not continue flying kites

In suits, now I’m pushing thirty.

I could not continue riding

Skateboards down

Rushing inclines

Off a six foot drop

Just downstream of

The water processing plant.

Even chasing strangers for kisses

Is getting tiring. I’d rather

Sit in the garden

Watching the sun kiss

The patio

As a chance of geese

Gaggle overhead, with

A rolly and a cup of tea.

That seems to be

Enough for me.