'We thought he could try Yoga?
He used to love it before...'
She brought him the next day
He had eyes like a child
He was fifty four.
He found the postures difficult
Especially the lefts and rights
When we were sitting in meditation
I wondered what he was thinking
With the fraying edges of his mind.
I saw them the other day
Walking hand and hand.
He looked the same
The same childlike stare
And friendly smile
'Did you hear Maria's selling up? '
'That bitch?
She wouldn't give you the steam off her piss! '
We all laughed
There was still a fragment of the old acerbic wit
In the fraying edges of his mind.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fraying-edges-of-his-mind/
