No surge of fortune, height of
has visited my neighbourhood
it is the time ‘twixt vale and peak
when nothing happens, so to speak.
Again the universe has shrugged
grey dominates, the day is drugged.
elsewhere God may show The Hand
or write The Name upon the sand
but here the sky is still as
no wind, no sun, no deed, no breath
except mortality will dine ‘til all has died
its voracious appetite unsatisfied.