Five seconds of peace Waking knowing only birds Then I remember.
I just can’t kill our Power-mad wisteria It’s braver than me.
Leaf tip weighs its tear Springs back as the dear drop falls Now for another
I stayed on that path That ran east as the sun set And ran east at dawn.
We fight; I get sick, Say ‘doctor, is it fatal?’ She says it’s normal. 12.11.16
Christmas in July He died early January She’s left his lights up 19.5.15
Old men and babies The gravid, and lunchtime drunks Nap before evening. 23.3.2008
Oil for the quiet wheel In amongst a thousand squeaks This one’s stopped turning. 8.4.2005
Giants to them, we were Knew our deeper voices; called Big hands to cradle. 17.5.15
…what new hell this is All of our own creation! Others see heaven. I hate washing up! And scrub and hate, hate and scrub Nothing’s broken, yet… You sometimes look like You know what the point is; I Wish you could tell us. Can’t help feeling I’d Be better off without me But not […]