Idle Moments II

On silver sands the moonshine glows.
We'd walk and fall in dreams
Of summer days and sleepless nights
And dancing in the breeze.

But the trees knew better
Than to write a letter
To the president of the USA

And the mules saw through
The paradigm we knew
When the prawn began to sway.

Yesterday, like today, is as much
A part of the future as the
Foot tapping on a china clay
Floor in some room in Paris.

Standing on the station
Waiting for the nation
To go by,
I realised that in my mind
I could not find
A tear to cry.

"What, my friend, is truth and reality
  when one believes in what one
   writes in Idle Moments"


Birmingham, early 1986.

[Idle Moments was a prose poem originally written in 1982, and included in my old school's magazine in 1984. The two poems share the same last line.]