every
grain of sand
that
flows through
the
palm of
our hands
the
galaxy knows

1
Children by the sea
counting pebbles one by one
their mothers watch on

2
Silence in the wood
a bird flits from tree to tree
shaking a few leaves

3  
Rain beats on the door
leaves tremble in the night air
the dog sleeps soundly

4
Evening church bells
choristers' songs fill the air
the faithful gather

5

At the barber-shop
click click click go the scissors
the combing comes last

I like her black dress,
the way it pools at her feet.
How she walks to the bed,
spilling over my sheets.
I drown in the depth
of her eyes.