Mental Re-assignment

Time runs circles around us; one minute we're laughing at the mad pics of the 30th birthday parties and (a few weeks later it seems) we're crying at the approach of 39, 49, 59 and 80! Years fall like rain…is there magic involved? How can it all disappear like that? These poems are from the 40 barrier, as the manic images of what's undone and what's too late arise but there's plenty of humour in the adventures of Mahri Fleet. Some of these poems make me laugh and I snigger at the stuff that falls out of my head – I'm sure my walls love the sound of my voice as I read aloud to myself, tasting the sound of words, feeling the gaps and hoping for magic as I drop off end lines onto unexpected turns in the tale (well I hope they're unexpected), sometimes. The walls might be leaning closer to listen, but I don't worry 'cause I'm not claustrophobic.