Driving Through Foliage

Driven on, and driving, through things still growing,

I reflect on the shortness of what it is to be me,

An illusory span of meness, contracting, shrinking – inches becoming centimetres becoming millimetres becoming nothingtres

as the concept of me is consumed by

the foliage that carries on growing, bending – homing


on the reality of being that is nothing so concrete as can be measured with a ruler, defined by a pencil outline of what is or was, or even captured in its briefness as image on film or photo.

Here now, then                                          eaten.


Copyright of text & image owned by Jay Cool, August 2020

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

2 thoughts on “Driving Through Foliage

  1. I like this one. Maybe me-ness rather than meness as it saves confusion with the King of Egypt who united Upper and Lower Egypt!


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