You were always there
Not waiting in the wings
But wearing them
Spectator of my test match
Now long over
Rained out
We're waiting for new ground
The gentle art
Of watching grass grow
Gentle art
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Author Archives: aperture
Brave
Damage is never done
Healing is evolving
Heart not on a sleeve
Living and growing
Tough not stuff of nails
Craftsman appealing
Jars of clar both
Fragile and strong
Lasting ancient art
So too, are you
Brave enough to know
Worth in more than gold
Someone
Every adventurer
Long absent wanderer
Climbs karst summits
Ride across Americas
Walk entire length of it
Eventually desires
Someone to come home to
Tender opening
Once laid bare
Gentle fronds
Wave in the air
Alluring to birds
Bees and minibeasts
Time is short
To share delights
Breathe in
Heady scents
Of summer
Hope coffee and poetry
The ingredients for a good lover
By Frida Kahlo
This is the day
There is no real other
The present begs
For us to attend
Step into the fray
For the one long desired
Arrival of lost love
Never truly comes
The only power
We have to overcome
Step over old mantle
Into eternal horizon
We found a cave
Respect before love
As finding a cave
Acknowledging
The ancients
Love afore respect
A sinkhole lake
Delivering
The unmaking
Letting go
All the pretty shiny
People I collected
Never do well as
A trophy on the shelf
Letting go the fragile
Outer homes we grew
While tossed about
Turbulent ocean
Desist the breaking tide
Bay of quiet captures
Wide eyed ones
Hoping to close them
For a while
Ascribe greatness
The world contained
Some useful frames
For understanding
Evolution
A deep scientific wariness
Of ascribing human emotions
To other species
More than one whale biologist
Believe these species
Feel love more
Than humans
- quote from 'Why are we like this: an evolutionary search for life's big answers' by Zoe Kean, New South, 2024.
The journey to being
Wanton attention
Deprives one of pride
Dignity a tiny blossom
Expecting spring gale
To deflower her
The unmaking of tolerable
Rewriting scripts that
Never left the wastebasket
Fine tuning lyrics
To write my heart song to
We were always wanting
On the journey to being seen
Count the stars of heaven 