How to be invisible

Giggle
Appear older, naive
Ask of other's realities
Deny one's own
Speak well of all authority
Dwell in the home
Wear brown, baggy clothing
No colour or lipstick
Kiss your mother goodbye
Hug anyone who asks for it
Do not resist the crowd
Silence a quiet scream
Obedience a vow
Sunset over Kunanyi

Days so inspired

Wander vast landscapes
In snow, wind and rain
Pour out my heart
On alluvial plane
Marvel and bow within
Carved limestone cave
Forage and flit about
White washed waves

For each day of yearning
Turns a new fresh page
Placing the point
On paper, thoughts race
As feelings are aired
They are lighter in space
Took all of my wandering
To know here is my place
Kunanyi / Mt Wellington in Spring snow, taken from Bellerive Pier, Hobart Tasmania.

This Old Love

Only comes out
On coldest days
Wild wind snaps
My face into shape.
Any passing stranger
Notices cool change
Friends embrace
Challengers turn tail.
It holds space
Though never filled
Gravitates to places
Where eyes first locked
Pockets turned inside out
Lint was spilled.
Gaze darts from butterflies
To fleeting smiles
Peering through the aisles
Of best sellers.
Silent goodbyes
Are all that linger now.
View of snowy kunanyi / Mt Wellington from The Afterword Cafe.

Mountains

Altitude enlivens
Yet fear of falling
Thin air breathlessness
Is what I'm feeling
Upon a happenstance
Of sauntering past
All the minutiae
Of words, stories
Desires burning
Within you
Shared with my ears
But once in time
Rose in my core
So now I explore
The great mountain
Of remembering
What we were
View from kunanyi / Mount Wellington Tasmania