Known

‘Of all things’, says the Nicene Creed,

‘visible and invisible’,

thus PD joins created list,

so if God’s there, an answer please?

Maybe that’s part, invisible,

my body’s intake as a youth,

too much x, or not enough y,

some algebra as bones were knit?

I was, they say, known fore the womb –

there tell-tale signs towards the tomb?

It shook me up when told the news,

met freezing point, stepped out of line;

life’s pace a drag, trained journeyman,

deck shuffle, cards, gamboling lad.

My launch pad, foot ball firmly pressed,

no anchor, steady as she goes.

It tips the balance, taking stance;

the mason’s path, less set in stone,

meet greeting, handshake, then it’s known.