(2013)
At the wharf in St Andrews
#Haiku
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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…
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
