Friday 31 July 2009
Bees
Now threatened, every bee
on the lavender bush
is a gift, small hint of life,
sunshine, golden jars
of honey to come.
Thursday 30 July 2009
The Past
The past is more than one other country.
Here's one I walked in, alone, so no one
I know remembers the heat or which way to go.
Yesterday, I revisited another country
through talk with a man from a third -
those days are mine alone although maybe I passed
his father there, walking slowly through deep snow.
Wednesday 29 July 2009
Grey, grey
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Small Garden
Sunday 26 July 2009
Granite
Saturday 25 July 2009
Blue
Friday 24 July 2009
Waves
Last night I dreamed
a child and I were sent
to retrieve a frozen statue.
I saw a tsunami coming our way -
a mighty grey wave - I stood a chance,
with a rail to hold on tight to -
the boy, I knew, would be gone -
I held and waited, waited and held -
the wave just melted away
into air and the usual sway of the sea -
leaving us unharmed, the boy and me.
Thursday 23 July 2009
Home, again, again
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