The Middle-aged Ninja

I live on your road

and walk down your street

but when I walk along

I just watch my feet

just like you

so that I blend in

so you’d never guess

the world I live in.

And in plain sight

just like each tree

I have obvious


Not in shadows

but in sunlight gold

though it could be said

that I am far too old:

In the park

I sit upon the swings

or upon the bench

letting my mind sing

Then with my children

playing at their games

will walk tight-rope

across the climbing frame

then from rock to rock

will I jump and hop

look carefully for

in mid-air I’ll stop!

And the leaves that –

are blowing on the breeze

and the flying birds

will also freeze –

then carry on

as if with no care

but now I am standing

over there!

Now the kids come running

wanting tea

they hold my hand

I am back being ‘me’

then as the sunlight

is growing old

and cold black shadows

creeping –Ā lengthen bold

encourage them

despite the fall

to walk along

the old stone wall

for where is there

not to be found

for the whole world is

just a big playground!