On Never Seeing a Blue Whale

Blue Whale

If the fetch of death Should come before I see you neighbour, Breaching in the pacific vast, Forgive me, for in my Book of Wonders I once read that a man Could stand upright In the tunnel of your veins. If only we had not stood straight at all Then the best of nature would […]

Cold Snap … After the Snow

snow

Cold Snap It was one of those winter days so cold the air filled your lungs like a lover your heart, leaving you chasing your breath. Jackdaws took the first dance In the sky above blue as a beach towel. Ghost roads gleamed under foot And ‘left behind’ leaves shrivelled in Frost clung to their […]

Unlapsed

fields

I shall go back to church This Sunday to find The one who waits, Back to the impossible, The cave, within a cave, Within a cave. The sweet Zombie Trudge  of the undead, For only by dying May we  be born again. Through the register Of stone they will come Through  the door like mouth […]

An Astronaut’s Return

space

On his first day back, He gingerly stepped, Over the picket fence, Smelt the apple pie, Placed on the window In the porch. He heard her singing, Some number from the shows. On his second day back, The gravitational pull weakened And though now he could only Look at her from a distance He remembered […]

At The Beach

Lakes

Sandcastles that soon will Be palaces of the past, As the tide starts to turn And the last line is cast. Collecting razor shells and spent onion rings and what might be the throat of a mermaid, Who now no longer sings. Grains of glass that Once may have been her heart. A never on […]

Seeing is Believing

Moon

When you look at the sky And see absolutely nothing, God’s a bit like that. Gradually you make out Birds gliding high above, Seeing the world as it is Not, how we think it should be, God’s a bit like that You notice clouds, That may or may not bring rain, God’s a bit like […]

A Good Life

Blue Sky

A Good Life I am now older Than the breeze Coming in from The Sea of Galilee My legs root me here To the ground beneath The reed roofed, porch. My grandchildren Hide in my beard like Little birds Then move through the Grove of fig and date I planted, once I was able to. […]