'We thought he could try Yoga? br He used to love it before...' br She brought him the next day br He had eyes like a child br He was fifty four. br He found the postures difficult br Especially the lefts and rights br When we were sitting in meditation br I wondered what he was thinking br With the fraying edges of his mind. br br I saw them the other day br Walking hand and hand. br He looked the same br The same childlike stare br And friendly smile br 'Did you hear Maria's selling up? ' br 'That bitch? br She wouldn't give you the steam off her piss! ' br We all laughed br There was still a fragment of the old acerbic wit br In the fraying edges of his mind.