For much of the time I cannot listen to modern music forms as - due to hyperacuity - it causes me physical pain. However, sometimes, when I am fortunate enough to be in a deep bath, I am able to listen to familiar pop-tunes. If my ears start to hurt, I dip under the water until they calm.
This afternoon was one of those lucky occasions. I was listening to Talvin Singh’s “Traveller” (video-clip above), a favourite tune of mine from the nineties. It brought back memories of love-affairs, clubbing, dancing, sunshine, of being actually alive and vibrant. Now I am - and have been for over two decades - severely disabled by chronic-illnesses. Suddenly I found myself weeping for my former life......
Mostly I am an optimist, though tempered by pragmatism. Whilst I allowed myself the space to mourn my losses, I also prefer to turn experiences into something positive - or at least constructive. Very quickly I started forming a poëm in my mind. I had to type it up as soon as I exited the bath-tub. And the result is what follows.
Missing
Missing
Tumbling
Into passion
A new friendship offer
But too great a risk
Spiritual strain
Leads to emotional
Falling
Missing
Tumbling
Into passion
A new love-affair’s call
But too great a risk
Emotional strain
Leads to physical
Falling
Missing
Tumbling
Into passion
A new adult play-date
But too great a risk
Physical strain
Leads to sexual
Falling
Missing
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