Where the small things are
The Importance of Small Things
I’m tired of the grand gestures.
The overblown bows in front of an invisible crowd
The forgettable pomp and unnecessary circumstance
The people-pleasing patinas on public faces.
I’m tired of political windbags blowing a gale
The Lèse-majesté torpor and the majestic mistakes
The talking up themselves
And the clown princes offering their ring.
I’m tired of the bank holidays
withdrawn when we’re defeated
the invitations to the palace
for people who already have keys.
I’m tired of the big affairs, the current divorces
The Sturm and the Drang
And the Oxbridge classical references that go klang.
I’m tired of the entitlement, ennoblement and grubby entertainment
The front page screws
The big government, the little government
And the grubby lairs of local government.
I’m tired of trying to stop an entire planet
reversing into a wall
The G8 elbow bumps, the smart road gyratory of nations
and the gestures that are just gesticulations.
I’m tired of owning a pandemic that is bigger than anyone else’s
The contagious 4×4 in the driveway
The rapidly spreading girth of the top half of the nation
The lack of an apology or an explanation.
I’m tired of knowing that our ills are so big
that no one person can own them.
So I stop trying to defibrillate the day’s events
And walk into the glades of the future
Where the small things are.
Roy Stannard 17th July 2021
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