footpath
February 9, 2010
there are too many footpaths here
and so I have no way of knowing
where to leave my crumbs of bread
to return me when I tire of going
and I fear;
If I have a well worn path
I will not notice all the grapevine
wildly overgrowing
I will not recognise the river
boldly overflowing.
of a morning
February 7, 2010
I haven’t had a dream that features love I’ve never known
for longer than a conscience could believe
and the traffic of a morning sounds just like the gentle sea
if you say goodbye to notions preconceived.
a leading question
January 24, 2010
you told her not to cry but
well, these tears are legitimate
are they not?
and they’re fitting,
don’t you think?
a leading question,
yes, I know,
but when you’re injured
is it not the time to weep?
goodbye
January 21, 2010
she’s happy to let go
but to give away is different
it suggests another harbour
and allows a real departure
one that’s further and more foreign
and less full of love for home.
and though it’s better not to hold on
to the things that want to fly
here’s a sadness in diversion
and a shiver as they go.
now
January 20, 2010
little flecks of love for me
are forming into something steady
and now I feel I may be ready
to step up and take this on.
good to see you
January 19, 2010
when I say it
I mean it
and I love the life we lived.
question
January 19, 2010
I haven’t got an answer
or a solution-formula.
and we are not arguing
because neither do you,
do you, dearest?
but I give no explanation
for the flutter of my heart.
and I offer no apology
for the questions I have asked.
circus
January 16, 2010
It was a happy diversion
all the jumping through hoops
but now they’ve packed it away
and are storming the next town
the flattened grasses sigh my truth:
“How I miss your love”.
devotee
January 11, 2010
how long can she wait
this little tortoise in shell
how many tired summers
and mornings of thunder
with no trace of the promise of night?
help
January 11, 2010
If he let her down
for ten years and
had so many others
he thought he loved
then he cried out
from the bottom
of his wasting lungs
would she reply
and could she carry the weight
if she did?