Down's Supper

One day I joined some folk I loved

sitting in a ring,

eating up their fish and chips;

not saying anything

and, in-between their little band,

I caught a special smile;

a secret in a private club

connected for a while.

It’s rare to clock a mystic note

and inner sweetness roaring

magnetism in a ring;

a cloud of magic turning.

They touched each other in a glow

that left me far behind,

sensing I could never flow

with my mutilated mind.

Love

Onward river

to the ocean

with a quiver,

rocking motion;

nothing single

all vibrating

stir and mingle,

celebrating

hot sun, cold moon

spin together,

tea and teaspoon,

sister, brother,

river, woodland,

ankle, shoe;

me and

you.