Andrew Shields, Without a Reason or a Rhyme

Without a Reason or a Rhyme

On another day in yet another week,
her bedroom window frames the cloudless sky.
She wonders what it’s like up by the creek –
there’s been so little rain it might be dry.
Her vacant gaze is lost in shades of blue.
She cannot think of anything to do.

She could take a shower just to pass the time
or take a walk around the neighborhood.
But without a reason or a rhyme,
she takes her dog and runs into the woods.

The sunlight flickers on the dusty track
through leaves that whisper in the morning air.
Her dog keeps running off and coming back
as if confirming that she is still there.
She sees some butterflies; she hears the creek –
another day in yet another week.

She could take a break here just to pass the time
and sit beside the creek for an hour or more.
But without a reason or a rhyme,
she takes her dog and walks down to the shore.

The waves are rolling as slow as ever:
she feels as if it’s now or never.
The sky and the horizon blend together
from where she’s standing in the heather.

She could take a picture just to pass the time
or wander back to where she has to be.
But without a reason or a rhyme,
she takes her dog and walks across the sea.

Andrew Shields lives in Basel, Switzerland. His collection of poems Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong was published by Eyewear in 2015. His band Human Shields released the album Somebody’s Hometown in 2015 and the EP Défense de jouer in 2016. @ShieldsAndrew

Read more of Andrew here.

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