We may cheers over beer
Dive in to share tastes
Giggle with bubble tea
Lick sweet sorbet
Delve into song and dance
To lighten the way
The world leaves its mark
On our souls with its weight
Heartbreak and grief
Wander on waterfront
Winding tales of loves
Future dreams and wants
While the night is young
Evening light is on the lee
Talk to the trees
Tell them what you wish of me
When lives are woven
Together
Time picks stitches apart
Bodies borrow another
To try on like an Emperor
Parade down side streets
Exposed
Inside seams of the core
Of our being
Butterflies alight
A bird sits on shoulder
To whisper incantations
To tell me things
Are not right
When will I listen?
Sometimes, only
Appropriate response
To prolonged pain
Is unending silence
Landmarks and monuments
Memories hold a space
For absent friends
Our minds work - something like-
Predictive text and internal GPS
If I sense a state of potential
Belonging, intimacy, a resonance
Quickly, I calculate the length of time
Till I am alone, lost and abandoned
How often these sums add up
So it seems, I am waiting- longing, even -
For someone who might
Be brave enough
To prove me wrong
Partaking in pleasantries
Long loungerooms of livery
Is not my scene at all
I inhabit wide grassy knolls
Teeming with introduced
-though not so politely-
Feathered friends
Interbreeding produces most
Remarkable speckled boas
Though does not alter
The timbre of their boast
Goldfinch shearing seeds
With perky beaks and rosy red necks
Starlings line electric wires
Waiting for passerby to poop
Welcome swallow mud built nest
Line eaves like putty pressed
No other party of fellows in plumage
Could teach to build, plow and pest!
What if we could sense
Voices across vast airwaves
Ears burning on cold dreary days
What would they say?
One so generous to forgive
An err in judgement
A slip of tongue
A foot in mouth
As mere accident
In the ones we so loved
When words caught by wind
Return to ones ears burned
We find our dearly loved
Not so dear at all, those years..
Ascribing flaws to jealousy
An ex lover or mother in law
When actually the err
In judgement was mine
Afterall.
Solemnity broken
Neighbours perch by
Whistles beat blues
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?
