After the last flood, you promised
No more Arks;
Exploring lost countries
And finding out why;
Defying the past
In planes that fly backwards.
No more basking with sharks
On a submarine sundeck;
Or plumbing new depths
With trips to Atlantis.
If you can’t change the world,
Don’t try.
Do a crossword instead.
People who lead
Dull lives
Still make it to the grave.
Reinventing fire might sound bright,
But it could make things worse.
Most dreams,
Like postcards from strangers you ought to know,
Remain on the mantelpiece.
