Staying Dumb

 

Saying Dumb

 

After forty years of marriage

sometimes we run out of things to say.

 

That’s when I share with you the trivia of my day.

 

The cat nearly caught a mouse.

That bee in the honeywort sounds like a radio station off- frequency.

 

A practice that is not reciprocal.

 

So when we were wandering

down that unknown road in Kerry,

you way ahead when I noticed it,

 

Ardea Gardens- Enter at your own risk!

 

(more like a dare than a warning

what with the exclamation mark and all,

one that I would have liked to take

one that you might have liked to take too)

 

I decided to stay dumb.

 

And likewise further on when I saw

the Children Playing sign stuck in a bank

up a country lane on that unknown road,

stipulating a maximum speed of 10 MPH,

 

I decided to stay dumb again

 

But later when you were proceeding down a slipway

in order to reach the gallery

ignoring the warning to take off your shoes at high tide,

I decided it was time to alert you

 

To that spume creeping steadily upward

 

And that’s when I also told you

about our missed adventure in Ardea Gardens

and my speculations on the purpose of those Children Playing

 

and even went back to the subject of that bee….