the rocks dripping. one two
one to polyrhythmic bliss

how boring would it be to
fall together, We wash ov  e  
                                                  r

aliving,hardfast
  careening hope
    slipped&lit
the fuse of love

   I hoped it was
          You,I
 clung on   til
it was just a rag

tonight, You glanced off
the wall like a suggestion;

just headlights, though. I
see You in everything.

love is not a vacuum
love reaches in

a hand to wipe the sweat from your face
a word of encouragement

a poem on your lips
a listening ear

a gift of laughter
to laugh at yourself.

years ago My Mam made
Me a blanket.  Her fingers
wrought realisation from
the present,       & I sit
beneath That every day.

I imagine burning It     ,
corner to corner, to a
web of sparking reality;
a web of every    little
two-headed         Lamb.

I read It, I cry&read It
again, become fraught
with unbecoming. every
Lamb saw twice as many
stars, &so I see it too.

this morning I sought
the centre,    turned one
million holes        to one,
& channelled everything
to   My own experience.