empty

I would go empty
into my father’s house

make my house empty
of all paraphanalia

clear books from the shelves
in the top-most room
where we ate the apple
core and all

I had a photograph on the wall
composed of sunlight
re-arranged

now there is nothing there anymore
but dust and cobwebs
all has changed

if I still drank
I’d drink your health
who said this world we make ourselves

then shamble up
to an unmade bed

empty

ready

sunlight on an empty vessel
in the deserted house along the shore

only when I am like that empty vessel
will I be ready
for my guest to call

when the wind and the sea and all the landscape
know me and recognise me
as one belonging

then – only then
will I be ready

for the coming

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

cropped-img_0000145211.jpg 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

except

dull words in sunlight
don’t earn their place
upon a page
except that yesterday
one spark flared up
and then engaged

I was in wilderness
I was in darkness
by the sea
the world is wilderness
it will get nothing more
from me

except for everything
except for everything
and all
that’s what our purpose is
to give ourselves
and little more