Turning and turning

In an email Dave asks me and Two Others

would I write a poem;

One that has influenced me,

and pass it on

But I don’t remember any and I’m

a bit embarrassed,

picture myself being told by my family that I only like my own art

But there Keats was,

turning and turning in a widening gyre

the falcon cannot hear the falconer

Which I thought a vivid thing

That’s when Brother Arnold

Killed my love of poetry by

making us analyse it for exams

when I just wanted to write it

And then I’m out on the road

thinking of my friends

saying nothing much has changed

for them

and I thought that’s not true I’ve never seen you on this piece of road

and you don’t normally spend time with your kids

I didn’t get to pass on the poem to Two Others

I understand his intention was to uplift us at this time

On wings and airs

No longer hearing the falconer’s cries

Remembering the wilds, feeling space