The greater good

“It is within the sun.”

This moment of light shone
through my window
branding itself upon my feelings,
as a kiss lends itself to love.

How that moment surprised me
for I, bedraggled as I am,
am blind to love
and the tenderness it shows.

This dying unkissed breath beneath
the vapours of the sun’s light
asks only one question
expecting no answer.

If time is constant
as light is similar
what of love,
how does love compare?

I hear only silence in reply
I see only vapours of warming light
therefore I understand it is death
and yet perhaps it is something more,

for love lives eternal in the hearts
of those souls who seek it not for themselves
but for the greater good
of their neighbours.

After all that rain

After all that rain
all this …
I wake to see art.

Sitting here
with the clocks back an hour
I’m in bed with a coffee.

That bright ball of wool
is being tugged along
by cosmic cats
leaving its fluffy warmth
to permeate the sodden
storm-filled cloak.

Mist curls to chase
the mewing
only to lose substance and fade.

Art remains
to seize the day
and obliterate the night.

Release

as moonlight brightens my path
it strengthens the moment
causing a little sensation
to become
something other

as soon as those clouds
as soon as it is gone
the moon, in hiding
releases its halo

I take a step
which causes a little sensation
in the darkness
for here I am
becoming something other.

Deep in the moment

***

Deep in the moment
waking my thoughts
whilst removing thoughts
from my waking moments

I look out the window
and see she is doing the same
deep in the moment
busy creating
whilst removing moments
from my waking thoughts

I return to my moment
to find it has gone
I replace it with tea

***

Kissed by your feet

~

In love with a traffic warden
with your slow walk of grace
and how you appear where I am not
and I appear where you are not
and then we both appear
to glance where we are not
looking at what we are doing
but at each other
and there with your grace
you stir my thoughts into a whirlpool of thoughts
but do I stir yours
or am I simply a blip on your radar
just a momentary glance before
you slow walk
along the concrete
which is being heated by the sun
kissed by your feet
and glanced at by your eyes
and away to the distance you go
where tin boxes receive the fullness
of your attentions
and the concrete is kissed by your feet