Widdershins

You were always one
to cut against the grain
kick against the pricks, or
dance naked in the rain,
ski off piste
row against a strong tide
sail close to the wind
the devil at your side,
push water uphill
call black out as white
put both hands in the fire
hide in plain sight,
but you couldn’t say I love you
without a wide grin
you couldn’t say I need you
share the trouble you were in,
so we all shook our heads
at your typical state
yes, we just raised our eyebrows
and now it’s too late.

Graham Sherwood 02/2018