How wholesome, it was said We did meet by river bed Rock pools swirling Dreaming of past lives at sea.
Our shared love of its creatures A saltwater one, like me. Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.
Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.
Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.
Within weeks, the cracks show
The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty
Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.
The great diversity of my mind.
I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.
To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.
You lit a fire One night Walked away Let it blaze Forgot to turn around To put out the flames So it rages All this time Should I not have Fuelled its rise? Smoke signals Over horizon Miles and years From where you left They say it's better Clear the weeds Let seeds burst Another year
The greatest deed of self love When in deleterious deficit Simply to write one's thoughts and feelings In a thousand different ways Then set about, daily, to treaure it.
Excerpt from Zoe Kean’s book ‘Why Are We Like This?’
Strongest of morning Nestled in pure silence Gravitas draws down Most poignant moment Into my coffee cup I dwell Steamy thoughts fill My nose, eyes, throat Ravenous groan Deep in cavernous want Mind lifts up Sun reddening stoic Organ pipes above A herald echoes In conscious moment Pulling me to wake From cosy slumber Of longing
Layers as filo pastry Deliciously warmed Under the same sun Peel away while sleeping New versions of ourselves Quietly revealing Still the same old, same old Heaving, breathing Precious burst illuminating Memories slink across my face In diamond cut wrinkles Glitter all over the place
We crossed the bridge Going different ways Off on our own Adventures That we crossed paths Sits with me A trickling stream Of memories and imagery Floating away Lightly, upon fallen leaves
