Spectator

I discard any thoughts of sanity

sitting here, well below the salt,

harking intently

to the panoply of experts pondering

catalysts, paradigms and blame.

My Trappist quarantine,

self-imposed, hangs heavily

like a condemned man, who

considering his final request,

is mindful of its ultimate disappointment.

For experts never heed advice

require no Agora, no audience, no theatre

but balancing on the fragile flotsam

of their certainty,

will always steer towards the sun.

Published by grahamrsherwood