She was the twilight
that lit up in my eyes.

She was the moon
that lit up my dark night.

She was the star
that guide my way home.

She was here before,
and now she belongs to someone else.

I was there
it was real
I breathed
and sweated
as each moment
did its power peel--

my ground
I stood
I didn't yield
despite the wounding
in calm acceptance
myself I managed
to heal--

life is lived
much in suffering
despair I would not-
my equanimity
nothing nor anyone
could ever steal

Not everything is perfect in this world
And sometime ago
Like most others there have been times
I didn’t want to be here
I thought of jumping off the cliffs
Into the sea
I couldn’t do it Because that would be me
Gone
I have a daughter and a son
They kept me alive!

Justice, justice
You lay sweetly upon our souls
this morning
after the turmoil.
I wish you were not so rare a visitor.

His demeanor was
cleverly ingenuous.
Quite ingenious.

Cooling for a while and then it gets annoying.

The third of July and I have to work, why?
because England is playing in Italy.

One has to wonder if one wonders at all
what is it about men kicking a ball
that has countries ready to war?

but it is cooling for a while and the rain makes me smile,
until it gets under my skin.

have you been to the wild wood?

not the one down the lane here
that is private and inaccessible

now

the one down the road by the estuary
is all mossy and twisty paths

which requires a lot of watching the step
and with that comes the discovery of

certain twigs of the right colour and design

during lockup we only saw ours
now come many varieties
to enjoy and at a later day

gather

for now we learn the paths
watch the ways of the wood

while opposite

the wood
men

balance carefully
in orange vehicles

gathering