The deepest groove
Is silent, hidden, dark
It moves with you
Detects your presence in the room
A sixth sense
A critical fissure in the landscape
Separating touch and response
Dormant, though lifeblood runs through
Like a lost gondwanan valley
Pulling thoughts back to you
Le papillon chanter
Fleurs du jardin
Pour moi?
Lonely gecko shelters
Under fungi parasol
Waiting for love
Twitching treetops
Suddenly surrounded -
Who spies whom?
Thoughts evolve in poignant place
Stillness of time, as stars in space
Jettison parts of our history
Hurtling through the void
Scorching heat accumulates
A tail of white hot debris
Landing a terrifying lottery
Sky watchers delight and stare with glee
Impact scorches home and earth
Fall out wipes out neighbourhood
Suspicion, karma, tilt of world
What could have brought this on ourselves?
So long to have lived
With tiny indifference
Savour stale bite
A lack of substance
Silence to question
Deaf ear to conversation
Closed eyes to presence
Denied a way out
So starved of kindness
Robbed of affection
The bitter chill of winter
All we know of love
A pollinator
Butterflies
Blatantly mating
In the open
Aphids, bees
Hum a love song
Bow and peep
No rules against
Two stigmas
Sun-burst braid of nerves
Melding thoughts chased
By gut reasoning
Breathe in deeply
Sense its signal
A visceral axis
When I see her walking
Down yesterday's pathway
The sun inside lights up
Warms the belly
Tingling spine
Heart stops a beat of time
Left speechless, still and wanting
Solitude seems socially unacceptable
Depending on the setting
Is it mysterious to wander along the beach
In interminable solitude?
Not a single bark could break.
Or solo cinematic scenes
Where similarly independent
Movie-goers give
Knowledgeable nod
No crime of post-show criticism to endure
Obnoxious conversation and laugh-out-loud bores.
No, the only antidote to such affliction
Of unmet needs in company left wanting
To explore the world through these eyes
No intolerable distractions
To sense, feel alive again, to learn and pay attention
Solitude a saving grace
For the tender hearted
So easily bruised by heated exchanges.
My body is not a commodity
A kiss is not a currency
In too-familiar territory
Heavy feather of expectation
In all the natural world
We are enamoured by a species
Whose female decides
By right and reason
How exotic ~ a bird, frog or spider
For exercising will to allow or deny
Whose freedom to foster new life?
