It is Day 544 of the daily poems and our old friend Gorgonius disturbs us with a breezy summer ditty which skips along to the beat of your heart …
Mexican wave
he has eaten the last
of his bread and cheese
in the shade
of the garden wall
from where he is sitting
he watches the breeze
rippling the privet
in rise and fall
it shimmers the leaves
in a Mexican wave
from one end of the hedge
to the other
while his heart starts to skip
and misbehave
with one false step
then another
the privet leaves dance
in the summer light
the wave knows not what
it portends
as his vision is blurred
and becomes blinding white
he knows this is how
it all ends …
Gorgonius