And I remember - original poetry
After work, just out onto Whittington Road,
Revolution blasts out on the radio,
The power chords, John Lennon screaming,
And I remember ...
I remember dissolution with my teachers
and an aversion to statistics;
I remember an oil shortage caused by a tanker-driver's strike,
having to be at home for a winter lambing:
I changed my degree course from Biochemistry to Agriculture;
I remember quoting Keats in my finals and nearly failing them;
I remember cycling in darkness
over wet and windy hills
to meditation groups in Oswestry;
I remember smoking half a cigar under an oak tree, late one evening,
wondering what satisfaction was, searching for something else,
the something else;
I remember laughing crazy
at the black pipe
up the side of the house
which carried away the smell of the drains;
And I remember, like only yesterday, the magic of the wall of fog halfway down the valley,
as I drove into town,
the magic of the warmer weather
and the light after the bleak weeks of midwinter;
What I don't remember is:
the first time I was astounded by the beauty of every day things and people,
the first time when words seemed inadequate
and silence and inactivity sufficient.
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