Changes

I stepped outside to the Meditation Stone

needing a moment, a little time for pause to be alone

breathe in, breathe out, I sang to the rocks and to the wind

breathe in, breathe out, all journeys draw to an end



Inside your eyes open wide, their colour returned to blue

I drew the bell from its place, and held it close to you

while the sun began to set, your spirit alighted from its cage

going with a full moon ascending as though prearranged

Outside the birds still sung in trees while rabbits crouched in grasses

stratus cloud shift-shape sunbright sifted edges obscure glasses

And me, I weightless drifted from there to here in silence and relief

the train had come and you'd climbed aboard, another soul released

Sunday Prayer

Sunday morning

Sun is shining

Somebody's somewhere singin

Sow a seed to make it something good

Shine your light bright as it should

Show the world your better side.

Return

they have been in the fields, gathering

what remains

redistribution is sometimes necessary

no cry now

again, they will rise with voices strong

side-stepping

the weeds, the tall biting nettles

The Hover

you lie still

bedded

day linen white

immovable, stagnant

exception:

high C mournful howl

soaring shrill

fear filled anguish


hover there

between

sleep and perpetual

wakedness

some sinister judge

holds against you

hold on hold on

weightful bondage

as inescapable

as fate.