All’s Fine

A haze descends on a memory –
summer day –
fresh cut grass.
Giddy, scared –
A child within a child outside.

Egg and Spoon –
three legs race –
some in sacks topple down.
Embraced in thoughts I do not know,
I wait and wait to be let go.

A crowd of aul ones –
Young’n’s too –
A bang! A shout!
A thunderous charge.
But I’m left standing at the line,
Oh dear, was I supposed to march?

So long ago –
So far away –
How strange a moment with you still,
What learning’s can I bring to this?
Or need there any on such days?

To live with thoughts, is this so wise?
Should thoughts be simply that – a joy.
Are memories a guide to life?
Or are they really but a void?

Who knows, not me. Not me at all.
For I’m left standing on that line.
I look to where my parents stand,
They smile and nod and say ‘All’s fine…’

Written by Shane Ferguson
On The 20th April 2010