Lost,

he looked into a compass face:

East – the clarity of morning

North – a thump of afternoon

South – the warmth of midday love

West – a poignancy of sunset

… and a little face

winked back, lit up by

midnight’s grinning moon,

asked a tiny question;

‘which direction mate?’

‘Matey, which direction?’

Fatherhood

Originally Pinocchio

twitched and danced like Neo;

caught inside a matrix

of jerky little puppets.

Giuseppe and Marius

saved their special lads:

Pinocchio and Neo

also saved their Dads.