April 6, 2019Poem
You watch me
nature
You watch me
As I watch you
Perhaps
Nothing happens
Unless it is seen
Probability
Is just a possibility
Always leave room
For manoeuvre
Nobody is guilty
Until they are caught
Is what they say
Whilst scouring
The scene for red hand prints
As well read Herrings
Curl up
With a book
Smoking a gun
Oak trees fall silently
A philosophical digression
Until the door closes
On a room emptied
Of all but you
Thankful for the window,
Observation
Can go both ways
Without it
Does anything ever happen
How would we know?
With no one
At the peephole
Perhaps none of us
Would ever exist.