You can take a Tiger to Water — any time this year!

A pep-talk

The horoscope tells me to take a risk — so, I turn left and head for the rocks.

I know that once perched, the hot sun will force me to undress –

(Free as it is to beat down, without verticals — buildings and blocks.)

that I will be exposed in pants and vest!

I take that chance as, being homeless right now,

I can use it to thicken my skin.

(Of this, I have dire need.)

Irish, thin and glaring white — it puckers around the muscle — flaps when I walk…

It’s not a pretty sight –

Especially in vest, pants and interrogating light.

Claiming the furthest rock — hoping no one sees –

From my vantage point, some perspective:

Who do I think I am, competing with the crash of the glittering surf,

that crashes and bewitches for all its worth?

So — what risk?

Losing my Irishness to more slack — who cares?

Everyone is slowly stripping in the February midday –

Swimmers, clandestine lovers — au-pairs…

The risk I think that I am daring — simply isn’t!

Tomorrow, I’ll try naked — become a lizard on a rock

moving nothing except one eye, revolving — yay!

This morning, I woke whirling.

Now, I have the muse.

Why don’t you dare to be a water-tiger today?

What have you got to lose?