a fist full of expression
a hand up in the air

sign language
learned in the jungle

a skewed look
mouth wide open

tiny tiny steps
walking on water

cradled womb
voice of silence

the invisible wind
plays her tunes
picks time and places

looking out from history
making a guess comes natural

the future is in flux
all the minute detail

blowing on dandelion seedheads
was an hourly affair

the doomsday clock
has always been ticking.

when the moment comes
your moment, like all moments

you will be you
in all your tragedy experience

in all your hope
of deliverance

I shall go down to the dump today
to pick up a random thought
and translate it into
a first language

When you go boating,

you are part of the city-


scape that others see.

I love mama, here,

in this old photo before --


she became mama.

tip toe a silent walk
journey around the garden

gentle breath meets
gentle air

all the busyness
of Bees

a poets reap
a poets share.