I Believe. Poem by Alistair Plint

Saturday
at the carwash
doing that futile thing
only thought about thoroughly
after the idea was bright

Paying good people
good money
to do
what
I could
in the same time
it takes, to watch them do it

You know, while you're standing
smoking in the morning sun
thinking:
of your kids
of your friends
of how you could do a better job

A time of self reflection hits
the mind wonders
This time
I owned when I was an asshole
I owned when I was a failiure
I owned when I was selfish

Started thinking about this letter
with questions like
How are you?
Where do you live?
Are you happy?

The unasked, yet serious things
we should enquire from
readers

I thought about your health
realising, I know
nothing about that

Decided to own one last truth
while paying a lovely lady
for my carwash
recieving the keys from
a large, bald chap
at the checkout

I'm not healing anything
just washing
my car
and sometimes
arranging words
awkwardly;
which might land
in a three tier

fruit basket

A feeling of freedom
washed my face
as I drove off
realising
nothing in life is futile
depending how

you use it and keep it

-x-