Shakespeare's Sister

The people from image banks Stare back at me. As if searching for a meaning In the shot once taken Frozen in time— They stare on While I stack   Pixels on pixels,   Rats! That exposure’s messed up! The clock ticks on, And so does my heart Wondering if there’s meaning at all In those wild happy acting eyes   Staring back at me Eureka! Balance found Only to be lost again The lost exports— Like thoughts I forgot to name

The empty mind, empty heart Talking Macbeth in coffee queue Hot choc and toffee sticky in Waterstones   With the crisp summer London cold— I drift on. An unsaid happiness grips my heart And yet I feel it not. "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow..." Perhaps I am too old for Shakespeare Another Shakey face grips me— I wander on.   Trying to process the merriness   That turns somewhere in the heart   But what’s the mind got to do with it all? And then I stare at Gower Street Coffee shops and Shakespeare— Just the way I have always liked it