SOMETIMES

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SOMETIMES

sometimes you hide
in a crowd of strangers
like the sun disappears
in a clouded sky

sometimes I find you
when the mist fades away
as the crowd dissipates
when I close my eyes

but sometimes I’m lost
in a whirlpool of thoughts
and I follow your trail
through a restless mind

until I escape
my fortress of doubt to
traverse the clouds and
let my heart unwind.

27th January

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WHEN A HAND CLOSES

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WHEN A HAND CLOSES

when a hand closes
a scar appears
calling out for
the one who knows
to remember

but it forgets
and a storm is formed
then the wind scatters
a hurting world
across the skin

it forgets
and dreams a confusion
where a man mistakes
the art of living with
an act of killing,

then as war breaks out
it collapses down
with exhaustion
slowly beginning
to remember

it hears again
the voice of the loved one
echoing across
the shared gulf
of co-creation

it remembers
a leap of faith
across a chasm
of ever-changing
vastness

and it remembers
the quiet moment
after the eclipse
when a hand opens
to reveal the gift

IT WANDERS

Jan 21 - 001

IT WANDERS

It wanders
in the hesitant greeting,
fired out from a frozen tongue
to brace the unknown

It wanders
across the avalanche,
in search of a sanctuary
beneath the melting ice

It wanders
through the swirling river,
leaving behind what is to come
with soft, untraceable footsteps

It wanders
into the open water,
past the ship-wrecked horizon,
towards a hidden sunrise

21st January

IT SITS

Jan 17 - 003

IT SITS

It sits there,
between two elsewheres,
concealed from view
in the space forgotten,
but not lost.

It sits there,
laughing at us all.
‘Here I am,’ it says,
as we run around
confused.

‘Goodbye’
It whispers,
as we turn our backs,
only to cry out
from the other side,
‘Hello!’

16th January

CHANGES

Jan 15 - 001

THE CHANGES

He was not aware of the changes.

When he asked to see the minutes from the meeting, they gave him hours instead. Then they sent him home.

On a street corner, he sat and wrote a list of all the lists he needed to write.

The first was a list of phone numbers of the people he could trust. Others, like him, who were unaware of the changes.

The second, a list of his relatives. He needed to count how many there were now. Did any of them know?

Third, a list of his prescribed medication, and the fourth a list of what was kept hidden.

The fifth was a list of the food in his kitchen cupboard. Was any of it still edible?

The sixth, a list of his favourite mythical creatures. Unicorns were pretty good, he thought, but dragons and vampire cows were pretty good too.

The seventh was a list of all the things he considered to be pretty good.

The final list would be a list of everything he knew for sure. The things that didn’t change. He thought briefly about this list while folding up his notebook. Then, as he crossed the street, he realised how hard that list would be to write.

Or how easy.

He went home and made a sandwich.

They did not hear from him again.

Excavation

Jan 07 - 001

EXCAVATION

unmasked,
unprepared,
unveiled and
undeclared,
underneath and
undiscovered,
the unbroken,
unimpaired

unfading,
undermined,
the untamed,
unrefined,
the unchallenged,
the unforeseen,
the unspoken,
undefined

 

7th January