AUTUMN-WINTER 2013

There are days
When I could be a bird,
And days of being
A leaf.
Autumn rolls on to winter;
A pillow sleeps in my embrace.

ONE OF THOSE DAYS (OR WEEKS)

Sometimes I need help,
Or chocolate cakes, and lemon tarts
I lift a pen; I draw a line,
And pretend to be all fine
Only to turn in bed,
Dreaming flights, falls, and things that smart

DUALITY

*
I moved away,
Started a new life,
But did I move on?
The past still seems real,
The present, just a dream.

*
I seldom think of you now.
My children sleep.
Pinpricks of rain
Dust my skin in
Slate-grey mornings.
Birds chirp; fans whirr;
Days roll along.
Love resides quietly, hidden.

DEATH OF A GRANDCHILD

Sitting on the bed

Mercury-lit road-bits

To the right

Whislingpiercingshooting trains

To the left.

Why should one live?

The eventful life

Of forefather, to the left

Ennui and worthless future

To the right.

Why must one live?

Slowdown,

Breath,

Sleep

Forever.

The hurt shall subside

Someday.

When you get over the death

Of a grandchild.