Bryony Jagger – TWO POEMS

TIME WORM FIB

In
the
moonlight
the time worm
wobbles about in
its soporific sleep cocoon
and the night hours slip silently by in a second.
Or is it rather that a second stretches for hours,
as consciousness refuses
to slip silently
through the dark
tunnel
of

sleep?

INSIDE OUT

Out
side
slips
slides
sighing
slippery
with time
slithers
sighing
sidles
slyly
past
and
is

Well

Is it still there?
It seems to have gone,
as existence moves on
for this inside observer.

Was it just a figment of my imagination?

If the inside is real,
does this negate the existence
of reality outside?

Why? How? Can’t both be real?

If the outside is real,
does this negate the existence
of reality inside?

Am I a product of another’s imagination?
How would that work?
This I inside feels
the pain of existence.
How can that not be real?
Out
side
slips
slides
sighing
slippery
with time
slithers
sighing
sidles
slyly
past
and
is
.
.
.
well… what is it? It seems to have gone,
as existence moves on for this inside observer.

The separate scenes roll by into a blur.

Or will you say nothing’s moved or gone,
because no ghost-in-the-machine observer exists

and “It’s a material world”?

Don’t you think it’s strange that vehicles
keep running to transport just such non-existent ghosts?

Why? How are they driven?

Out
side
slips
slides
sighing
slippery
with time
slithers
sighing
sidles
slyly
past
and

sigh…

Why deny the evidence of your
senses? Why dismiss that inside observer as a

mere hallucination?

If it is a material world,
what is it that’s having such hallucinations?

A non-existent ghost?

How can something that doesn’t exist
have hallucinations? And how material are

these hallucinations?
Out
side
slips
slides
sighing
slippery
with time
slithers
sighing
sidles
slyly
past
and
it seems to me
that outside is a
flowing stream of ever
changing scenes of solid things

that flit past at speed, as we zoom along life’s tracks.

We could dismiss the objects,
and the scenes in which they feature,
as illusory compared

to the inside observer’s apparent firm reality.

It would be very tempting.
But that would be to forget the
vehicle which carries her.

Is that inside or outside? Isn’t it both?

Suppose it crashed.
Wouldn’t the inside
observer feel threatened
and hurt by outside damage?

Is it really such an illusory world?
What hurt it can inflict!
Still, is it only just a material world?

Out
side
slips
slides
sighing
slippery
with time
slithers
sighing
sidles
slyly
past.
I think it’s all a wonderful
complex mix of
in and out and part way between.

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Bio
Bryony Jagger studied moral sciences and music at Cambridge University. She is a composer and writer who lives in Auckland New Zealand. She has had 32 collections of poetry published in New Zealand. These two poems were written as a result of travelling to England to see relatives last year; they are part of her latest collection, INSIDE OUT AND ROUND ABOUT

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