Neil Reeder

Head & Heart Economics

London, UK 

 

www.headheartecon.co.uk

 

photo by Sara Haq

Consequence

(“God does not play dice”, Albert Einstein, 1926)

 

Evening has shifted to night,  

and as bystanders huddle for warmth round pubs

 

I press hard on pedals

to speed through air full of talk

 

of myopic referees, chocolate bliss
and public spen…

 

Red car door flung
grip, blink, BAM

 

Time blurs. Time cracks /

time resumes

 

on shuddered bike by bedspread of sparkling glass.

The driver brings plasters for cuts.

 

Only later do I wonder

was I fortunate, or unlucky,

 

or does fate mean

there was no chance involved at all?

 

The Art of Walking

I see you. I see your arc of arms,

speed of steps, swerve of hips

depict the measure of your impatience,

zest, your almost-happiness.

 

I see the Rembrandt touch within

that softly quickened breath,

the hefting of weight from heel to toe,

your honest insistence on depth.

 

In its subsumed skip, your walk’s

a counterpoint of passion and control;

restless, striving; even as you slow,

when you ache, when you limp.

 

A Dance of Strangers

Free-wheeling down an oak secluded

avenue one February morning,

below a sky that’s dappled calming blue

but clouded like belief,

as air bestows its chill embrace

 

a woman’s face turns to me

her fragile smile beneath a flighty red hat,

and like a Vermeer painting

where time permits itself to rest

and watch beauty in the everyday,

 

or like a glow-worm cave, that shimmers from what

you cannot directly see though know must be true,

so too I saw a hint of the halo

of someone in love.