The Blank

My ordinary took control again

The brilliant other bowed out lame

She made promises with no follow through

But ordinary invoked the wither voice

Babbling into ears deafened by distraught

It doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter

I’m just not so ready as I thought

It was a sunshine kind of day

Full moon already a past significant

I pedalled past all the slackened faces

I took my tears to the leaning garden

I spoke platitudes into summer winds

I lit a white candle

I sat looking at the blank

I set the spin to random play

I slow danced your life into the where away

I looked at your smiling photograph

I thought of stupid things made you laugh

All the early secrets only you know

It’s alright to let it go let it all go

Today I saw a light through cirrus clouds

I waved as it could be your flight

I put two sweaters on this morning

It’s colder now

There’s a bird calling urgent from the cedars

Everything is almost the same as yesterday

I’m holding on to be here now philosophy

Step one two nothing else will do

New rain is falling

I like the sound

You ended every conversation in I love you

I think I might somehow better understand

When time means your meter’s tapping out

You’ve earned the gift of clarity

We sow our seeds

We sort our weeds

We arrive

And we move on

While Waiting

I stand inside this doorway

with patience and my daydream

What thoughts arise between now

and the moment somebody utters when

Look around at all these photographs

none of which I see my reflection in

Seconds pass and in the background

a choir is repeating what John Lennon

said so cogently a long long time ago

And here I stand next to where you might

be standing quiet too asking in one voice

How long (how many lifetimes) until we win

Pausing for Breath

Sit on that bench awhile

Look up at that sky

Listen to the birds call

Imagine what they talk about

Early one morning when you’re feeling glad

Grateful just to be still around

Lace up your boots and start walking

Up around the corner

Climb some hill

Take that stick waiting

There among the ferns

Grip it like a sheep herder

Like some old woman or man

Yes, keep on moving

But pause for breath too

There is time enough for everything

If you value the precious in you

Neighbourhood Rules

Red-winged black bird sings his warning

country road is ending soon

Ditch daisies squint and clematis whispers

We can’t go with you over there

Airport traffic chorus in the roundabout

Somebody’s humming off key

Discarded at the edge

between tall grasses and concrete

blue sleeping bag curls around absence

Who slept here under the stars last night?

I ask Dandelion who only smiles and waves

Secrets are secrets

Nobody’s coming back this way

All the traffic halts for the walker

I hope I don’t limp or stumble

Impatience rising with mercury on tongues

Wind’s playful on the overpass

Lovers’ lock marks hearts’ forever embrace

I won’t jump

but I imagine what mess a falling

would make

There is the town in the distance

You can smell her everywhere

I pause with the dogs in the alley

to comb my hair

There’s a sign in the Garry

No heavy big trucks welcome there

Wall Art

They are selling their condo

all inclusive reads the promotional draw

You’ll get everything you need to live well

There’s a stove and a washer

refrigerator, a red sofa, and two beds

A mirror in the hallway so you always

have someone you can tell your troubles to

Drift in and out each of the five rooms

a virtual tour riding tilted on a giant balloon

Each wall’s smooth as sheer windswept cliffs

no art or books here to hold or pause to gaze

Curious returns to the shining hall mirror

condolence messages via a smudged screen

You must be so lonesome here

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.

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