Suspicion and humour sit
Their morning throne;
This is their time: caprice,
Distraction, prankster-rule.
Charming my way
Into the danger vale
Of simple black and white
I chance upon a
Thrown-down glove.
I know the trick, of old,
But even so I am
Inclined to accept …
“Should-I … Shouldn’t I?”
Is never really a question.
I’m drawn in, gulled.
First day,
First poem ?
O.K?