on time

what glue holds us all
we move perpetually
will we rest in space


CLP 14/07/2022

on time

I have time all over my hands
it runs between my fingers
I walk through Sunday stunned
by the smell of the river
the humidity of the air
the taste of rain in the breeze
peach blossom in the city
a bumble bee, as big as a thumb,
nosing into a crocus, bending the stalk
busy drinking, as I am free to do
if I choose
to spend my time drinking
in now
all I have is time


CLP 13/03/2022

At the Margin

At the margin of day and night

Of land and sea and sky

Where fit I?


CLP 10/07/2020