Tag Archives: Signs

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

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

A Hand for You

I could have left a note

but it’s windy over there near the bay

You’ll be back before the melting

they remind us every day anyway

I listen to Neve and The Deer Children

sing songs in a language I do not understand

Which path did you choose at the crossroad

I wonder over morning coffee

Where is her other hand you’ll probably ask

when you arrive and find my sign

Why are there no footprints

either coming or going

Navigation

clarity

contemplate your resurrection path

winds are strong today

avert the fragile makers

empty vessels travel weightless

anchors having all rusted away

your hair obscures your view

yet you see what needs be seen

a blurring

a sign

a single thread

soft speaking from the edge of

a craggy cliff

a hem of your old sweatshirt