Friday 23 July 2010

Omen

Although I can’t summon one,

I sometimes do notice

an Omen knocking


like a children’s choir in the distance,

a single leaf waving,

a small sense of danger


or the magnetic pull

of a group of teenagers laughing

raucously, unfettered by lock

and cage and consequence

but free.

Wednesday 21 July 2010

Dreamer

Sometimes I cannot learn

any truth for a whole day

until a bird insists

with repetition from its tree


that I listen

and float in her sound far away;

until my heart dances

in clouds high and free


and slows. Then I can

release a little pain

and follow my heart. My fist

opens into to a palm. See


how real I am. No longer a trickster

- a butcher, baker, candlestick maker.

Monday 19 July 2010

Paradise Lost

‘Why’ - ‘Because’

are he and she

in married bliss

like branch and tree.

‘Why’ gives a poke

to ‘how’, ‘when’, ‘where’

who put up smoke

‘here’, ‘there’

‘because’ runs in

from ‘near’ or ‘far’

jumps a fence

shouts “blah, blah, blah”:

“… and why does Goldilocks dream?”

“Why? Because of porridge!”

“… and why did Adam fall?”

“Because of knowledge!”

Sunday 18 July 2010

I know that look

I know that look, yes, I know it

and - knowing it now - I take it everywhere;

everywhere and somewhere is home

to a quizzical look from you my darling

it’s a clear

gaze I copy whenever I want

to gaze out clearly blue on blue,

one eyebrow raising up at a slant

the other eye planting a question from you


but here’s a secret nobody knows

except you and me and a higher-up good

that such a good look is a look that grows

higher than heart or the sky or a bud

wondrously turning heart into heart.


I know that look, yes, yes I know it?