The Light

There’s a light up in my attic
and I didn’t switch it on –
that means there’s someone up there
and I want that someone gone.

I don’t know how they came
or for how long they have stayed,
but they don’t seem keen on leaving
and I’m feeling quite afraid.

Sometimes they turn it off
and the attic’s dark again
so I start to feel better
but every now and then..

.. this light up in the attic
feels rather like a friend.
(But I’m still too scared to visit
in case they’re bad instead)

Perhaps one day I’ll go and see
the someone that this light might be,
but maybe it’s all in my head
and the light is only me!

So although it’s strange and still remains
an unsolved mystery,
I hope the light will stay around
to keep me company:

’cause I’m not sure if I like it
but I know when it’s aglow
the light up in the attic
makes me feel less alone.

A tree please

Just for a day, or two, I wish I could stop being human and be a tree instead. I think everyday about what life would be like if I were a different kind of creature or living thing. I find the task of being human increasingly tiring and overwhelming. At times I want it all to stop. I feel so unnatural.. sitting in my head all day, staring out of the world through a kaleidoscope of thoughts and feelings. Each day I go one more step along the world. One more, then one more.. and another, and another.. That’s it, keep going! You’re doing great. You’ve got it! 

.. Maybe if I was one of the willow trees overlooking the river things would be much simpler. Perhaps they are all just sleeping.. In some ways I relate to the trees, especially the giant old ones with gnarled bark and thick sprawling branches. I feel as though I am already ancient myself. I have so much history under my skin and in my bones. Too much. Making me creak. Creaaaaak. The trees can be still as everything else passes through: all the to-ing and fro-ing, all the coming and going. I could certainly do with closing my eyes for a century.. or even two..

If only someone could make me a tree.