What do we symbolise,
to the gargantuan skies
that fill our eyes?
Our garments may be cloaks of despair,
or wings to the air.
I’m going to wear my favourite t-shirt today.
When I wear it, everything is okay.
Your questioning smile
lingers for a while.
What is the meaning of the silk or the satin
we are wrapped in or strapped in?
When you swing by in that red dress
the world swirls around you in a total mess.
The priest’s ear buzzes with the need to confess.
The swish of you dress soothes the earth’s distress.
A man on a balcony quivers in his vest
and turns to see his naked guest,
wondering, what happened to her slippers.
Did she give them the slip?
I’m going to wear my favourite T-shirt today.
When I wear it, everything is okay.
This shirt it has some kind of understanding,
or so it seemed when I saw you on the landing.
You were wearing your favourite t-shirt, and not much else.
We went into the garden to drink our cups of tea.
The sunlight played a melody
on the table top in front of me.
We were startled by the buzzing of the bee.
I saw the moon
reflected in your spoon,
by the light of the midday sun.
Then we bounced so high on the trampoline,
we went under the skirt of the sky,
& could see into the neighbour’s attic room,
where they keep all their secrets
and play their favourite tunes,
by the light of the moon.
If you wear your favourite garment today -
guaranteed, everything will be okay.
For all the symbols are aligned,
in the stars and in our minds.