Exemplary Indolence

Saying I can cope when you’re away’s not all the 

story - but you knew that too; its like being aware 

of what’s half empty, not optimistically daunted in 

the view its half-full too - else pessimistically blue 

a change dooms any martyr to ‘rationally’ making 

‘do’ with whatever is left; so we’ll give it a go - far 

be it to see only those things bereft this elevation 

of grandeur for all to share your presence elects 

And we survive the first day still hoping to fuel an 

emptiness with gusto & largesse; even my friend, 

an ageing Jack Russell, tends to his business far 

and away from yours truely - but then he is yet to 

find th’ time-frame of mind-versus-days, & saying 

‘four more to go’ wont penetrate a candid veneer 

And he knows when its lonely - surely lessons to 

be learned are depicted there in his behaviours - 

so maybe I need relax in ‘time-consuming’ mode 

and go lie with him in the sawdust where he and 

the Ute bear witness to ineffable passing hours - 

with exemplary indolence bearing on gravity 

© 8 May 2017, I. D. Carswell