(Untitled) The chime of the bellsstill in the air,The chill of the windcool on my neck,Minty fresh.My edge clearIn this new environment.The sound of the waves aconstantheartbeat,reassuring...Like the
The strange ways of fate. It must have been somewhere round eight-thirty, a moonless night in Libya had plunged the Sahara desert into near total darkness, at least seen from the cockpit of my plane.
Ergo Sum . . .Who said 'ergo sum' was a master of the craft./ Was he a poet, was he a planner?/ No! Planning a poem often leads to disaster/ and never rings true. Let it be – let it happen/ let the kaleidoscope lead –
Every Breathing Thing I don't care if you want to call me crazy,/ but this silken roof-top breeze is a living presence. . .
Cloud Mail You took my hand and then the other one too, and said, 'You're swell, you are. You're the only one here I can talk to. I'd feel lost if you weren't here.' I wanted to kiss you but Mommy always told me don't be forward, they'll think you're cheap.
Spinach I wrote about memories previously and I think I said something along the lines of: The problem with memories is, that they are not always very well memorised… and I am now going to have to contradict myself immediately because there are some things one never forgets,
Go with the Flow I can never step into the same river twice/ or control its flow, stem its meander/ make straight its paths. If I let go/ who knows where I may end up. . .
The Table The table is wooden with years of livingin its grain, begging questions about itsprevious form and location.Did it stand proud in the sun, or bendingon an exposed hill at the mercy of
Merganser Mother Today I walked on the mud-laden path by the river/ Touched by the first soft breeze of spring/ Rounding the bend, I saw them, the merganser pair, returned/ He, so brilliant in contrast to the snowy bank; she, dappled in the sun.
Connection When I think of connection, I find myself in a cattailed stream full of croaking life and healing mud and swooping shadows cast by red-winged blackbirds.
Reverie Peace, silence, not a chance! The world is all around/ cannot be muffled no matter how one pulls that duvet over ears/ world noise shatters us. . .
The Promise Time flies when all eternity is in a moment/ I look into your eyes/ And I want to remain lost in this pause/ Nothing exists outside of this precious event.
The Beloved I felt as though I had crossed an interminable ocean,/ I looked back on my journey,/ A journey not yet understood.
Something of Infinite Value I picked up a moth/ The wings were dusted with something./ Without really knowing why/ I handled it with an intense feeling of love.
