The Egg

In the adamant yet thirsty desert
when startled by Nimbus
in a deluge of bounty,
to the riverbed, the wadis,
swift is recurrence
in the verve of life.
Happy flora
And busy little legs
seed
revival,
embark again then...

When flux gives way to
numb oaks,
iced in crystallized jackets
and later redressed by our sun
in morning song ...
buds to bloom
all luscious full colour
and perfume,
ignite again then....

When landed there you find
a speckled egg
the spots, the dots coordinate
reminders
of imperfect light,
but history shared
and a gold centred heart.
Hatch downy dreams
and bold yellow to orange nerve,
take wings and up again and then

And when happy is the New Year,
forgiving in the first month of a circle
and then and when and then again....
the egg shall hatch
a dash of light
again
and then....

Skates

Consonant to Beckett

But a boy

But a girl

Buried to the collar’s edge

In concrete snow,

But your willful volition

And dreaming

And gentle yoke

Awoke

The brightest star.

You melted ice that way.

You did,

And there

And then

With space enough to find...

A silver sterling edged pair of boots,

I watched you dance and loved you.

Did we skate?

We did,

I saw you...

Glide and slide to the bottom of nowhere

But trek on up again

To the ol’ buttermilk sky

Til the notes were all shivery relish and sweet nectar

And your words were

of fancy

of fun

of mischief and the curious dark light...

but still light

Nevertheless

And a blade turned to four wheels

Rolling the rink to that chink

Of a summertime morning

And then I loved you

Even more

For trying.

Xx