In moments, too rare –
Sound, sight, all senses convene ~
Truth is captured, there.
For Seamus Heaney, RIP.
In moments, too rare –
Sound, sight, all senses convene ~
Truth is captured, there.
For Seamus Heaney, RIP.
Will it be drones next?
Or stealthy wings, precise bombs ~
To separate minds…
Small Man’s first school day –
Shirt collar stiff on his neck ~
Teacher half my age.
A planet with six seasons.
Cycles.
How will I imagine you?
Thaw
Warmth
Calm, how we lie languid and calm ~
Wind
Storms
Frost
…Thaw…
The possibilities.
How we lie stretched, languid and calm.
Planets with their seasons.
A planet with six seasons.
‘But why do things break?’ –
Nature likes to break things down ~
We are all from stars.
And should it matter –
Whether it was gas or steel ~
They were still children.