A cloud is a horse on a Liechtenstein morning

The fly stands upside down and now 

the fly is a spider.  (Does she know 

she can fly?!) 

Sure enough this week will come 

to pass. Sure as a cloud is a horse

(or a big wandering eye).

I need someone to spell 

it out;  someone to tell

me what Cool Hand Luke is all 

about, and why it’s the role of a lifetime.

I need the bus to be cheaper.

I need to hold the trembling

hand of the old woman sitting 

alone in the four seater.

I need someone to tell me when

to give up and settle down.

Someone to make sure there are 

no supervolcanoes around. 

I need to see the world through it;

I need  to know the plane will land; 

I need a piece of land on which to watch 

something grow wild and uncontained.

I need to be a better neighbour, better 

brother, better friend. I need to borrow 

someone’s cardigan that I’ll never return,

and for tomorrow to be promised

(Do you swear?)

Surely then, and only then, 

I will only need today. 

Today, today, today again

And then today until forever.