Or was left behind.
We did not stop.
Now, eager for sleep,
we tell ourselves stories.
It was only a dream,
and of no practical use,
even to our enemies.
—The March first appeared in Monkey Kettle
You never stayed long at their side;
it was the same on every walk,
you’d push ahead or fall behind,
they didn’t mind, knowing,
that sooner or later,
you would run to catch them up,
or be waiting, there, around the bend.
Until you went both ways at once.
C.P. Stewart lives with his family in North Yorkshire. Formerly singer and songwriter with the cult band Laughing Gravy, his poetry has been widely published in England, Canada and the United States. He is currently the poetry editor of Sotto Voce magazine.