Hearts

move constantly

     have connecting chambers

         crucially are small, concentrated

            laugh or cry at folly of mind games

             link to others – work with eyes, loosely

               hot or cold, cool or warm – drive the vehicle

              feel for destiny inside blackness unknowable

             often become forgotten by humdrum separation

       in a crisis, discover a truth  formerly unbeknown

             small – expand; larger – contract: constantly

               leap when touched – like a jiminy cricket

             work – stretch and pull, pull then stretch

            despite the stretch, hardly ever snap

         open to include; close to exclude

     serve a greater goodness

ultimately sacrifice.

Bring it on

Today I put

pistachio nuts around

an anthill entrance

to see if little characters

- each the same – could still get in;

work together, sort it out

but, first, they dragged the furthest

shells into their mix;

flicking and yanking,

making their tiny context,

more abundant,

more challenging;

ultimately

more interesting.

Combiing the Shadows

A man I had not met

told a story about leaving

England for life

on a sweet Greek island.

Like many tales

it was glances to ground,

an occasional lull

and breath;

reflected shadowy trees,

gaps between leaves,

sentences unfinished,

words unsaid,

letters, spaces,

sighs.