the rigid order
decomposes into moss,
maples: embroidered

It is 6.30 in the morning
and I have work to do.
I must sit in silence
and face my despair.
Finally, after several days,
I am ready.

America drunk on nationalism
Dazzled by a loudmouth
but the sobering will come
Its own before and after Nurembergs
The rally then trials

a treat
a day off work
I retreat into books and tv
cosy inside
outside a storm rages

I meditate
have coffee
knit
time like chocolate
peace

slowly gathering
detritus. Sediment.
I lack good habits.

Ruby took a chance
and danced with Lance,
in time they married,
in time they became my grandparents.
They remain with me.

back on planet Earth
gravity gravity
the words of a friend
and I was swimming,
full and floating.
My darkness, my darkness
an eggshell, brittle
broken healing man.
Sometimes a song
sometimes an emotion
Stop and hold the feeling tenderly
let it go
and cry if you must
pitter-patter
the dancing of ants
listen to the drumming of rain
listen and hold the moment
listen to the storm
and hold the moment
this is the weather