Happy to recognise my faults.
The shift of the wind matters
We are a fickle race?
Simple fickle people
Happy when in company
Happy to be left alone
Happy to meet family when they arrive
Happy when they take their leave
Happy to debate – a noun’s a thing a verb a thing that does
Happy to indulge in trivia
Happy also to engage in matters of a more serious nature
Happy to sit among the sound of the classics
Happy to be anywhere there is loud music
Happy equally to sit in the sound of silence
Happy to be furnished with all forms of the written word
Happy to be part of this fairy tale life
Happy to submerge myself in this ink black ocean
Happy to write what I wish
Happy if mine are the only eyes which fall on this page
Happy again to recognise my faults.
© Chris Black. May 2018