When to stop eating chalk
I am watching my niece
Draw on the back door step
With chalk
Squiggles
Almost shapes
Almost something
Going forward
I will have no advice
To give her
About all of this
About anything really
Hopefully she’ll have the good sense
Not to ask
Some chicken-dicked fool like me
But if she did I would tell her
That the dark thoughts
Will come,
My god they will
But
They pass,
Like thunder
Slowly leaving
The field.
Paul Grant lives and works in Milton Keynes, a place where very little happens. This is perfect.