default lines

the day defaults
upon the dark trudge home
I turn my collar to the night
find no message on my phone
think of Robert Frost
as the last street light is passed
weigh good against indifferent
and find the case is lost

the day defaults
to nothing very clear
beyond a bowl of peanuts
and a glass or two of beer
but when I think back
put some distance to my sight
I find that in the darkness
came a different kind of light

[first posted 26 March 2015]

Catching the Light

Turning the lens on my notebook,
you were trying to catch the light.
I said it couldn’t be caught
but you caught it anyhow.

A glory between the pages,
a will o’ the wisp – a halo –
and amid a chaos of thought,
for once – a lucid moment.

[first posted 13 March 2014]

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image copyright. Kika

hill walking 2

there is another side to the mountain
there is another side of the hill
this is a place of abandonment
no shelter stands here still
no fellow traveler to sit with
and share a cigarette
no stones no jagged shards of glass
no sorrow no regret
no hope nor lack of hope
no nothing here at all
no sin no grace
no hymn of praise
no god no hell
no fall

abscence
abscence
abscence
loss with no respite

emptiness
sheer emptiness
and then at last a light

intelligence

insight