Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing

I’ve got to write to the end of the pier and all the way back again.

I’ve got to move up a step   then up a ladder  then up a whole sky, then up a galaxy: across the dark matter highway  .. . . I’ve got to…

I’ve got to write to the top of the flag pole, to the top of the flag . .. where the little round wooden cap sits.

I’m going to write beyond that too,  up and up into the sky and beyond that into outer space and beyond that,  beyond the furthest galaxy that we can see.

…. ………..

and, here, as the east wind blows, I hear your voice asking slowly, surely and calmly.

” Were you at … ?”

Stand and call out your own name. ” Where are you…” ? 

… and the list of “shoulds” arrives in the form of a hurricane tearing up the streets and houses.

I hesitate, then plunge or plummet into the abyss.