Punching The Sky.
He was shattered
He told me why
My world shattered
So I told the world why
(With his 11 year old blessing)
The world answered
With as many voices
As there were pieces
Lying at our feet,
Glinting.
Eye to eye voices,
Warm and sweet with instant response,
Telephone voices,
Enquiring, modulating tone, treading water (badly),
Virtual voices,
Brave and vile with perceived anonymity,
TV screen and radio airwave voices,
Persistent, persuasive, self-serving,
Printed voices,
Thrusting, all pretence gone.
Public voices came thick and fast
Some yelled
Some laughed
Some tutted
Some listened
Some turned away
Some took a step closer
Some ran headlong into my
Or someone else arms
Some sat and closed their eyes
Some asked for absolutes
Some for guidance
Some jumped on the bandwagon
Wrote their own account
Of rose tinted ragamuffinery
Some looked up for the first time
Some down.
All this happened in 24 hours after my son came and spoke to me
24 hours
The world turned as I stood still
Punching the sky.
And now?
A very personal story
Became A Very Public Story
And now?
And now, we begin.