Out

A face is pressed against a window watching

sun’s slow slumber falling behind low hills

A face is thin lines etched into vapour caught

between distance and moments of deep winter freeze

Your face invisible

recording passing scenes

You are a passenger

This is a speeding vessel

You are not aimless but

I am only part time a driver

My attention wavers from

this winding road our wheels move along

That lake looks lonesome

like a wanderer dreaming of home.

One Day Now

You ask

where ‘will you be this time next year‘

While I

look past your shoulder at some shiny thing

Your smile

says ‘I must be patient with her mind‘

I see

hummingbird contemplate a sip of nectar

Your look

repeats the question with another tone

I say

Yes I shall look here deep into my bowl

We know

All that will be is there to know

Angel Buddha Unicorn

While you are sleep dreaming
a trio of shadows alights in your room

You might hear their faint chorus
a distant melody deep sweet and low

What message their voices whisper
a calm symphony or euphonious hum

Gifts they leave for discovery
light passages welcome a new day

Lift your eyes toward ceiling at dawn
imagine there cloudless quiet skies

Three shadows meet in your window
looking in looking out through you

Telephone

Telephone
Out there in the woods
I see it through raindrops suspended

Armchair empty, waiting
Between wet fallen maple leaves
And sunlight
There beneath a canopy of cedar limb lace
I hear it ringing not without urgency
I pause and then I sprint
Who’s calling from where
And for whom
But I am slow motion

My breath a heavy sound
The ringer out of patience

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.

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