Poem - untitled

Childhood is light and wisp-turned
its vapours waft and whirl in eddies at
the base of life, dwelling as a current which only occassionally
brushes the hairs on our forward striding calves.
The voice of childhood is dim, nightblown -
one might easily mistake it for the wind
it plays against the cheek
with the
softness of a mother's hand
and whispers to us
with words
we no longer possess -
Sometimes, photograph in hand,
the child smiles up into our chest
our lungs fill with mornings,
crossed distances,
we grow luxurious
in our being and feel ourselves infinite
draped across time
like a satin sash in the breeze

but then

when our eyes truly meet those of the boy
we exhale all connection
and there remains only the sound of our own breathing
carrying our consciousness onwards
away from all form and beginning.

Poem - untitled

Poem - Untitled

in this vast universe
there is room enough for songs
which twist and turn
like reeds in green molasses rivers
there is room enough
for slow walks through the multicellular trees
and headless bamboozling
in the dark cavern of music

this universe which refuses to speak
waves millions of fingers in the fluttering breeze
ignoring the thoughts of poets and priests
silent
uproarious
let it rain down into the wriggling gutters
and make you laugh.

Poem - "And"

"And" is the subtlest beauty
Its pale hand entwined through
The elbows of this multifarious world,
like the hand of a cardsharp in a
Velvet suit ...

Where before only
The THIS and the THAT of life
Shone forth into my face with imploring eyes

Now the armadillo

The number 3

And the billion blades of afternoon grass

Collude
In chattering circles behind my back, laughing at
The false singleness of men

Everything walks with everything else
The left eye winks at the right -
And even the last scribblings of doomed lovers will be lightly
Brushed
By the tiny feet of innumerable beings
Feeling their way
Through the corridors of Night ...

Beautiful "And"
Spanning the abyss of thing and thing
hold up to our eyes
multiplicity multiplied !
Reveal to us
At the cascade of dawn

Many clouds
Many stars
Many things ...