upon taking a walk in the sun

you were born on a beautiful spring morning
in the shadow of the mountain side
although it could have been any time of year
and in quite another clime

now it all floods back on you
just where you are truly from
returning like the long lost lover
upon taking a walk in the sun

all upon a bright spring morning
as into your garden you are come
life is but a single moment
taking a walk in the sun

if I were to lay

if I were to lay upon the field all day
until the dew soaked through my shirt

then I would have a picture of something great
forever in my head

while the earth

the earth would wear an imprint of my outstretched form
for a short time

a short time alone

the passage of one cloud across the sun

the time it takes the buck to run for home

[first posted Dec 31, 2013]

navigation 

when conversation became difficult
I made for the shelter of the trees
looking back across the sun-bleached field
to where the party was in full swing
appreciating the amplitude of tall silences
that I could navigate more easily

from there I could see you slowly circling
coming to rest
before finally heading out

navigation

ascertaining a position
calculating the most favourable route
between one point and another

even when there is no point at all

navigation

just moving around

it takes skill

practice

finesse

when even gentle waters
can seem treacherous

safer amid trees

they don’t move around

at least don’t appear to

I whispered a quiet thank you
and plotted a course back

an empty egg

this morning for breakfast
I was given an empty egg

when I opened it with my spoon
all I found inside was a sun and a moon
bright fish within a golden net
dark city that I can’t forget

all this inside an empty egg

interest

it is easy to count grains

in a store
consider balances and deficits

much harder to ignore
misfortune

pretend that nothing’s happened

irregardless
morning sun on the garage door

finds a dance of rust flakes
and so much more

of interest

yellow book

a yellow book
on a white shelf
in morning sun

I open it
and read from it
when everyone has gone

don’t worry
rejoice
in what you have begun

yellow book

white shelf

morning sun

hill walking 1

hill walking in too many clothes
I chose to ask the sun
just what he meant
by shining
and if he knew
how many revolutions
we’d go through
before we’re done

and furthermore
did he know
which celestial sphere
reigned over him

any inkling?

just asking

I have been forced by illness
to ask these idiotic things

I lost a sweater
and felt no better

he soon went in
and darkness again
prevailed

[first posted 9 July 2015]