The Poem: Three Bits & Pieces

by Billy Hands

There is no reason to accept
what I’m about to say,
but everything was fine
until it wasn’t.

Excuse number two
was a close second
behind the sea-stacks
and the rocky beaches.

Now that we’ve gotten that
out of the way
I can bury the last
six months in the sand.

Timelessness is fueled by hope
and the fear of death.
I hide shifting in mood,
then make a career of it.

We hunt for tomorrow
and in tomorrow softly caress a promise.
Look to the left
and the images aren’t real.

This is the weather
my father hated.