Occasional

You never know
           when a poem might happen
it doesn’t take much
           the sun may suddenly appear
through the dull grey of the day
           and lift your spirits
above the parapet
           ready to take the risk
of being shot down
           it may be a text
from the woman you love
           which reads simply

I LOVE YOU

out of the blue
           just as you were going
about your daily
           minding your own
and you think to yourself
           someday I’m going
to get that girl
           to put it in writing
it’s that simple
           blood simple

John Lyons