There's peace here // Rest that resets bones // Silence that soothes // Frozen grass that crackle underfoot as I walk towards my dawn. // I used to liken a freeze to death // Years have made me wiser.
The Great Freeze
Elsewhere
I know why it happens // (it's because) // You're magnificent // Brilliant in your aliveness // Pulling us in like gravity.
The Seagull
Beak aloft in preparation for ascension // Soon, I'll be soaring high above the vastness // Wait. // There they are // Masses of them // Eyes downcast, as if frightened // Gullible - trapped, perhaps - in their ways. // The vastness is to them unknown.
Risky Business
What is sanity? // Is it to tether on the edge of consciousness, leaving only crumbs to decorate my footsteps, following the imposed rules and regulations one by one until my soul dies a slow and quiet death?
Ode to Memory
The air is full of words // travelling from here to there // The world is full of colours // waiting to be stored. // The mind is full of pockets // brimming with possibilities. // What present could be greater than the gift of imagination?
Eyes That Can See
In your irises I saw the truth // at once so simple, like it had been there all along // your cries, I could sooth // humming tunes, rekindling an age-old song.
Broken Bones
The body can break in a thousand ways.// Bones can shatter,// minds can scatter,// skin can slice open,// eye sockets can swell,// noses can bleed.// No one journeys through this life unscathed. The question is, how do you honour your wounds?
Lost and Found
I know the day will come // I know, and I fear it // I fear waking up knowing // that now, I walk alone.// How shall I live, then?
Biding Time
It may have seemed as if we were accepting but we were just biding time. // Nesting, sucking in energy, drawing breath. preparing for the moment when we would fly.
Wonder
I have always wondered why we take up so much space.// Why we see the world as ours and not one to share.// I have always wondered at our assured ability to distinguish weed from flowers.// What right have we to dominate?
On Mama's Mind 