Dec 2019
And again that thought we all have:
What if I die a complete failure?
But empty your mind for one moment
and those braced spruce will answer you.
A woman dropping pink apples from a torn bag.
The fox cub like a ball of rust
falling on the snow-hills
she’s unable to climb.
On this planet we’ve been so fortunate.
The difference has been abstract
between what winds
and what goes straight.
It isn’t even possible to fail
when nothing has been asked of you.
What if I die a complete failure?
But empty your mind for one moment
and those braced spruce will answer you.
A woman dropping pink apples from a torn bag.
The fox cub like a ball of rust
falling on the snow-hills
she’s unable to climb.
On this planet we’ve been so fortunate.
The difference has been abstract
between what winds
and what goes straight.
It isn’t even possible to fail
when nothing has been asked of you.
B. T. Joy is a British poet and short fiction writer living in Glasgow. He has also lived in London, Aberdeen and Heilongjiang, Northern China. His poetry and short fiction has appeared in magazines, journals, anthologies and podcasts worldwide including poetry in Yuan Yang, The Meadow, Toasted Cheese, Numinous: Spiritual Poetry, Presence, Paper Wasp, Bottle Rockets, Mu, Frogpond and The Newtowner, among many others. His debut collection of poetry, Teaching Neruda, was released in 2015 by Popcorn Press and his 2016 collection Body of Poetry is also available through Amazon. He can be reached through his website: http://btj0005uk.wix.com/btjoypoet
