Lemon

Lemon in the sky

You know when the sun's gone soft

And subtle… ready for twilight

All pastels and

warm mergers

Nothing to do with

Crunching numbers

Nothing to do with

Saving coins

Where the colour

blends into shades

Of one

Then another

Like bodies

Rolling

The softest

Spectrum.

Lemon

Like food

Like a glass jar

Filled with sweet and sour

Like a pie

Or a shirt

Or a skirt tinted

With buttercup smiles

And not so many whys.

Lemon like a song

Like a dance

Like a moment

In the middle of

A squeeze

Like two hands

In a hold

Like a memory

Like the colour

Of morning

Today.

Westerfolds

Went back to the start

Where our bikes made a print

Over fresh tar

And our squealing delight

Was skating down hill

In the flush of true sight.

Went back to the place

Where seeds became saplings

Became spindly reaching frisky arms

Became solid beauty

Loyal to life

Unsinkable

With a wonderful

Wooded twisty

Tangled hello

Beneath…

to the good soil

our earthen soul.

Went back to the start

To remember

Sometimes the turtle

With a clock

Is marvellous …

Not everything comes

Right now.

A flash of fast reward

Is not the answer

Immediacy

Will never

Replace

Such gorgeous

Waiting.

Not everything

Or everyone is

Ripe at first

Or ready

Til’ later.

Went back to the start

And a mighty tree

Enveloped the day

With

Deep

Thanks

Smiling skywards

In her

Majesty.

The Freedom Kite

Thank you to the women

The ones who held our hand

The one who came before

The dark, on supple, solid sand.

Thank you to those teachers

My mothers and our light

The moments when we

Fought for us

To fly a freedom kite.

Thank you for the little ones

The girl who said to me

I like the way she wears for us

A flower with our tea

Thank you to the wise owls

Of silver haired reprise

That go and go

And won’t give in

To sick and sullen lies.

Thank you to the middle ground

The halfway points and on

For sisterhood is here to stay

From now and to beyond.

So fly your freedom kites

For Love

For Us and We and Be

And there forever more

We glide from river to the sea.

The Good Men

“Nowhere to sit? You can sit with me, you’re sitting with me right?  We were always sitting together, it’s ok. You’re ok, right, with a little kiss on the top of the head? Don’t be nervous, you’ll be ok. You can do it. I won’t let you fall, I promise. Like the Sun regardless she was there. I’ll come to your show, where can I get tickets? Break a leg. You’re an amazing mother. I think I can, I think I can. Go out there and get em. You were the best person for the job. Can I convince you to stay, because you have potential. Don’t let them get you down. I love you. I am lucky to have you. Thank You. I’ve chosen this color because it reminds me of you. I think I can, I think I Can. I’m sorry I let you down. I think I can, I think I can. Like the sun regardless. The stars, they shine for you. You can sit with me. I saw you in a crowded space. You’re a beautiful person. I think I can, I think I can. I KNOW YOU CAN.”

Sitting on the Fence

You don’t need to be a man for me. You don’t need to be a woman. You can be either or both or whatever you feel on any particular day. You don’t need to be a hero. You don’t need to have a lot of money. You don’t need to look like somebody else. You don’t need to have a million friends or followers. You don’t need to make the most expensive food so long as people enjoy it. You don’t have to dress up for me unless you want to, even if I am or I’m not on any particular day. You don’t need to sit on the fence unless you want to. You only need to dream and try and do the best you can. You don’t need to put on a show that isn’t really true. You don’t need to be the smartest or the coolest kitty cat in town. I’m not afraid of the real you. The real you is amazing with room for improvement.