Party.
she gives
slow watchful eyes,
the contained smile,the blink
that knows your touch,the hair
in falls to hide,the clues to some
past hurt

Stranded.
beach fizzed
with slapping waves,
the seaweed smells,the yells
inside the wind,the crowd
in gathered boats,the fight to save
all whales

Attic.
suns fade
the childhood things
the gingham dress,the hat
that names the school,the sash
the swimmer won,the music sheets
from class

Forest.
with mists
come silent things,
the egg warm nests,the mould’s
slime of the leaves,the thrust
the mushrooms make,the sun on dawn’s
first hour

Tourists.
the sounds
an island makes,
the swishing palms,the gulls
in fights for food,the rush
of curling waves,the laughs of two
out deep

Zoo.
past bars
apes grin,cuddle
their beg for nuts, the groom
for biting fleas,the chase
around the mates,the milk for one
new born

Winter.
some men
must test the real
the naked monk,the snow
feeding the steam, the Zen
sitting in it,the hour to watch
his pain

Once.
to waste
be wild with drink,
the rakish talk,the struts
into the bar,the scorns
I turn to fights,till one by one
they fall

Rear-view.
don’t look
and yet you must
the smoking tyres,the calm
before the smash,the eyes
that stare you back,her pig-tail head’s
first jolt

Jogging.
last tree
still sunset red,
the birding cats,the swing
the child kicks high,the kite
above the park,the smell of meals
comes night

Beyond.
death brings
the last long sleep
the gentle pull,the breath
that leaves the room,the peace
the loss desires,the way to be
soon whole

Eagle.
dull minds
these pigeon things,
just pecking seeds,the coos
inside the nests,the heads
they bob to walk,I King of skies
eat birds