the chase

A ferocious dog has been chasing me
downhill on a windy night
it is three a.m., I'm old enough to be married
but when I shiver
I only need my mother.

Recent Reflection

Recent reflections
a life through words
made available online

Recent travel pieces found here:

The Quiet Hour: http://www.wesaidgotravel.com/contests/quiet-hour-uk/
In Roman Waters: http://www.wesaidgotravel.com/contests/roman-waters/

Flights

You must learn to swim
before you learn how to fly
so many birds can handle the wind,
very few survive the waves.

abundance of love

There's enough of love-
mutual for humans and birds
rising like song,
there's enough of love that
lets us wake up despite not sleeping well
that lets us break the bread into two
and leave the rock hard crumbs
for the birds to consume
on the windowsill.

Under a single roof

House in the city
a house on the outskirts too
one house is far from the smoke, surrounded by green
by horses and trees and imagination to fill
the bowls and clean the cups in the morning

the second house rigid
rulers and pencils, sleep hours
and bath time, it has a comfortable sofa
but no one to tell a bedtime story

the first house, they reserve for the weekend
for the time allocated within the week for breathing
and a quick visit
growth lives the second house suffocated by
the smoke of the city, the screaming and noise
this is where the children grow-

in the first house, they live by the sun
in the second they live by the moon
because one cannot house day and night
under a single roof.

Nomad

You stop being the nomad I know
once you set the pegs into the ground
carve a circle round your tent and declare:
this is the house I know-
I have enough; a goat, a running river and a lifetime

You are not the type that begs
you'd work the desert, plough the goat
filter river waters in the nests of your beard
you make a possibility of stones

You will stop being the nomad I know
once you carve yourself into a timetable
accessible to others, kind to your own
you will settle between the frame and the picture
some sand in your toes, some hay in your hair
and the traveler's wind blowing around your shoulders
urging you to stop settling down

Feel of new

Opening lines are always the hardest
you have to get it right, not too short
yet not too long. Conservative, yet open to
questioning. Close a chapter and start an open one
like dew, melting, this is the easiest way to start
carrying the waters of yesterday, waiting on today's sunshine
to take effect and brush away the exhaustion
that leaves itself hailing the watch that stops
without reference.