(2001)
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said