If a rare spotted handfish
Washed up on my beach
Barely alive
Would one recognize
How special it is?
If happened upon
Such a find
It would mark my days
Stories and spare time
I'd seek to remove
Every invading sea star
Threatening its home
Plucking them from
Jetties, wharfs
Sea bottom floors
Just to make safe home
For one whom
We only touched hands


Shade gives depth perception
Necessary when deepest ocean
Turns to shallows
Define the wreckage, rocks, cliffs

Tone brings more indifference
A wintry holiday by ocean
After reclaiming lost
Treasures awash with jetsam

Tint a whitewashed
Glossy smile and glint
Not knowing whether real
Seeking substance

Hue is true and steadfast
No turning black to blue
Once seen believed
Richness not felt before
Nor again, but you

Look up

Love is looking up
Telling us always
Who to and where to go
Telling feet to point
In right direction
Or else stumble aside
It's the glorious view
From below that inspires
To keep going
Taking everyone with you
If eyes are glued
- Try it some time -
Wherever you look
Others look there too
So grateful to spy
A beautiful soul
Chin up to pinnacle
To show me how too

Last time

The last time I ever
Saw her face next to mine
My chilled fingers wiped
Warm tears from her eyes
Shed for another lost
Lover long ago
Sometimes it's shared losses
That waters new growth
If time lasts forever
We'd live in that moment
Rather than swimming
In thoughts of our own
Giving voice to our stories
Of long lost loved dears
On the seat right beside
Their bodies appear
While two are a couple
Absorbed in own world
A gaggle of lovers
Surround sound divide
So keep them in storage
Where they safely belong
Saved up for those moments
When long dates are done

Liminal spaces

Perched between barren landscapes 
Far as the eye squints
In the distance
Microscopic life dawns
In open spaces unseen
How we relish the resilience
Of some tiny show
Of leaves stalk reaching
Up for sunlight to ignite
It's open tongued grooves
Into being

Yet we find normalised eugenics
Those who exist between the lines
Of normativity collectivism
Turned aside by one
Derided by two
Abandoned by three
Many mouths to feed
Better defend protect
Turn inside out
Than let another
Take the mantle
When the woman till
Ten works then sleeps
A superior breed
To exist in such
Harsh remote conditions
Of isolation
Yet to grace the pages
Of top ten endemic list
For protection
Women and children
Survival of our species


Showering rain opens
Fallen of yesterday
Buried in layers
Soaking in ready
For new openings
Rising again
A new green shoot
Fresh and bare
Sensitive to grazing
Unfurled plentiful
Placeholders populate
Hold on to precious
Earth newly nourished
To cover over through
The dawning years

Casting off

Cast off accoutrements
Don dancing shoes
Second summer echoes
Through wine bars
Trees on second wind
Greening the byways
Good cheer pouring
Positive meniscus
Sips. Smile. Sit back.
Too much goodness
Enough to leave the crust
The best is yet to come
love this...
Enough to last the year

Percussive maintenance

Piles of memories
Stored in boxes
A pond growing
All sorts of things
Refreshed by
Overflowing gutters
Four pairs of eyes
Two adult-sized
Watching me
Right myself
After king hits
Like some cheesy
80's game show
On a slippery pole
With only a pool noodle
To defend us

Wednesday is taken up
Keeping back the jungle
Before it overtakes
With long lost friends
Doing the same kind
Of anger management
With garden appliances
Keeping weeds at bay
While admiring
Their flowers
The bumblebee
Thanks us for our efforts
We find that this
Is pleasure enough

In this day
At our stage
Of life re-mended
Signs of life
Warmth and greeting
Between wounded hearts
Still beating
Tended edges show
Signs of life

Constant dripping
Engine humming
People crawl out
From hiding
Expats leaving
Reminded by
More significant
Bloodlines receiving
With love