affection

My admiration for the beauty of different flowers

is powerfully felt, whether smelt, seen or touched;

I clutch them to my heart, but find it difficult to allot

the potted positions especially selected for each.

Reaching wide the juggler endeavours to keep

all balls in play, as he toes the rope,

hoping to cross the chasm, spasmless and steady,

ready to join the fun on the far side.

It's frightening to diverge from life's straightest line,

since mine was never a character clever at leaving

devious threads for weaving later into

the printed pattern of a grand (but obscure) design.

It's simple candour illustrates me how

to find the peace no double deals allow.