Daily grind is right Darkness falls and rises Out of percolator Into belly stuck on ache Work tracks play repeat Commute, beat wild heat Rising to neck ignored Cool all the way home.
A rinse cycle of aqua Barely cleanses racing Rabbit thoughts chased By greyhounds the second Head hits pillow Worst-case first out the gate.
All my defences lie In gentle apparition Hovers above me Her curls fall on face Limbs wriggle Flashes of teeth, eyes Giggles, legs, hands, waist.
As long as she's alive Hope thrives disparagingly Mocking my love life-raft Drops of memory Onto tongue like a hack Apothecary of mind Brain cells a bee hive Craving honey
Stillness comes as last leaf drops Though not for long Cupboard bare like grievance aired Empty thoughts, silence comes Like jester and thief Stolen precious time Mock those who weep.
Do not wait for wind to change For your face remains asleep Clumsy hands and feet Lose bits and pieces of me Spill the drink over the one Who tried to sell me to the street
I rise above Beating sense into skins Laid taut by grief Smoothing tallow fashionably Over fine lines and wrinkles of time
Spare moments spent watching Antique shards and bottles Plucked from the bank of the Thames Or the bottom of someone's yard The hand once clutching it Long since retired Now that old hand is mine
A mother's breast turns Feeding the only release Lest she weep in tune with child
How long will it last? Interminable desire To hold fast the nest In contrast to view ahead
So wild sea eagles Soar solo surveying over Rocky shores, pebbles trickle Vast dolomite column cliffs Veering skyward - eyeing one another
Young ones too large for nest I run errands to tick of time Care package a respite For a friend whom I like Caring for other than bloodline
Though I forgot the soy milk Now it's all I can drink The taste of it like a chance meeting Next time I will say the words Until then, thoughts brew Like a heady spiced chai While tea turns tepid At least, the sun and I.
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania