Predictive by Anthony Thwaite
PredictiveI wanted Home but what I found was Good.
The system tricked me: I misunderstood.
The trees could not be seen for the dark wood.
The whole thing fitted snugly in my palm
And tried to pass its messages with calm
From palm to wrist and onward up the arm.
But something blocked intention. Whatever choice
Was left, unravelled: an uncertain voice
Spoke in oracular ambiguities.
So I am left with some dull metronome,
Counting mechanically. Again I come
To this, marked Good, when all I want is Home.
Anthony Thwaite will be reading from his work
in the Parish Church on Saturday June 19, at 7.30pm
Picturing
Debenham
photo exhibition
at the Leisure Centre
until July 8