Always so pleased to have my poetry up at IT, with thanks, this one here today. I like the surprise also of any illustration that accompanies, and though this isn’t credited, thanks again.

The crane in my town until recently was dominant in the landscape and therefore inherently photogenic, and for subsequently playing with. I don’t believe I have posted this one. Glad it is now gone, but a vestige of missing.

when i am gone
i will be concerned
retrospectively
so-to-speak
though more-so now

~ and this depending ~

on whether you will be able to
find things

like the obvious of
important documents
pension
entitlements
commitments
will
renewals

that which is no longer apt

and the passwords
for every online account
of what we have become

but also the chargers
for the electricals
vacuums
~ upright and hand-held ~
power tools [not that you would use
and not that you can’t]
phones
tablets

then, speaking of tablets, there’s the
medicines
[those that work/ed and perhaps…]

and i have just remembered

so memory will be crucial

the bank account details
savings in your name
accident insurance that could be
so ironic

~ me and ladders ~

the obvious personal things
like photo albums
photos on the computer
letters
old family videos
and you will know where
most are

the record collection
all those books
will need sorting

~ my books are, in two places,
archives of ambition ~

or the so many poems i have written about you and us
not sharing directly
but direct

years of recording and reflecting and
about being as one

about the slowed journey together

or if you found this first
posted here and now for fulfilling

so struck by its pragmatism

and so compelled to find all the others
that are not
so practical

This stone
is so hard
I can feel it

hardened
as the stone.

The stone
is so heavy
I can carry it

inside
like a stone.

This
hard
heavy
stone

is such a solid weight

it keeps things from opening
it keeps things down firmly.

This stone
is so silent
I can live it

hearing
as a stone.