Tiny bird
inside his breast pocket
you are like the
young three-footed buck
and squirrel laying in the rain
with a broken hip
Science cannot heal all
should we have left you to die?
Young buck once jumped
with a grace man never could
squirrel – laughed with a zest unmatched
How does your heart sustain itself?
Cradling you in my hands
you seem like an earthly angel
Some people are like that.
I love the sense of freedom and quiet the sights sounds and smells that I experience on an early morning walk Rabbits silently lope from spot to spot in search of breakfast an old dog greets us from well within his castle gates Occasionally someone else is also up and walking usually (like me) with…
August hangs heavy in the air uncomfortably cloaking all who venture outside August forced open its eyes later this morning than yesterday labored breathing hissing over soon ssooooon (I found a cicada lying silent in the street on my morning walk today) What happened to May’s sweet promise the glittering dance of June July’s sultry…
He didn’t brush the hair from in front of her ear as much as caress it to better display the earrings he’d given her for their anniversary Without a word his brief gesture spoke leagues about their relationship and his feelings. How is it that a cup of tea or a touch can say it…
Words come framed, measured, controlled – ‘I have some bad news” how else is there to say it? Bad news is always bad I answer in kind (and it is never enough) how else is there to respond? and we reflect, philosophize (chase guilt?) we are adults Long ago December my father lay, dying of…
Je vois une femme mais, I cannot see what she sees (sitting alone dans le jardin)…
Slowly my fingers search the rough stone ignoring wrong turns formed by the moss Some stones will not give up their secrets From atop the church I guessed God could see forever beyond the marshes, rivers and bay, far beyond the sea where they came from and where they came to Take thy rest. William,…