I tune to the sound of wings

Hummingbird suckling geranium in sunlight

I do not like this book I am reading

Grateful for content that distracts

I am sitting in an uncomfortable chair

Obscured by holly leaves

This morning augmented with sculpted sacred stand ins

I dreamed last night of returning

Red flannel shirt faded jeans brown laces ankle boots

I pushed my desk inside lines

Conformity or belonging

A woman’s forever home now inhabited by strangers

I saw old hazel eyes as we were children

Singing the same song

John Lee’s Boom Boom

Right melody wrong lyric

Inhale rhythm resist lure

I am sitting still looking

Metres from maybe inches

I plant these red ones for her

Favourites

She mapped a meticulous design

Imagination Manifest these shapes

I arrive as if for a benefit

She falls from a ladder

Over there where the concrete is so unforgiving

I yield no sadness yet water flows free from these eyes

Presence is

I begin to understand

Or succumb

Krishnamurti on education

A Christening

Watchful watching watcher