I completed this only yesterday, read it at the Poetry and Jam Session at Kipps’ last night, and someone asked if there was somewhere he could read it- so here it is-
Barnacles
“I wonder what they do all day”-
“They eat and reproduce”, you say;
“They do not work and cannot play;
All you see is that they stay
Stuck to rocks in this gentle bay.”
“Eat and reproduce- how gay
It sounds; but what a way
To live the life of Riley-
Stuck to a rock while surging waves
O’erwhelm them.” Drily
You admit incomprehension,
A thing you usually choose not to mention.
We cannot enter a barnacle’s mind.
Even if they had a thing called Mind
We are of such a different kind.
They do not understand the meaning of life
Or bother themselves to ask O, what’s the point?
(And you, no different to a dog sniffing a post –
Though, as you walk into the sea, anoint
Your feet, here on your quasi-spiritual quest,
You realise there’s nothing to record;
And yet it still must be recorded.