A pale
And heatless ray
Of sun split through the blind’s
Small gap. You dropped the blind and it
Was gone.

A host
Of heedless gnats;
They fly late in the day,
Get framed in sunlight's final rays,
And dance.

Look up -
The blue of sky
Can stretch a question out,
Unravelled hugely there, held up
In air.

Boldy,
That bird sings joy
And hammers out his songs
In quiet’s place; brave airs before
Nightfall.

My mother's love got taped on reels and spools,
Cassettes she threw on on an old-school deck,
On wheels that spun straight through our lives and went
Unbreaking. What played in us played there on that
Machine, so we were soundtracked to her old-school
Tunes, to folk stuff - sixties hippy **** -
That pulled our radar-hearts around and made
Our souls attend. We'd be bouyed-up on soundwaves,
Beats her hand MC-ed, her finger soft
On PLAY, and sometimes, when the mood was right,
We heard her too. Who knew that half a world
On, on some late night slot, some other tune-in,
I would find her track, and be rewound?
Her sonic reverb tells me, “dance now, dance”.

We constitute the army of youth, and we
Stand for things that matter far beyond
Breakfasts and dinners, and the chatter of neighbours.
And we also listen to headphone vibes
That spout what's important, and we
Know who our enemies are, and *** and that,
We know too. We know to know news enough
To know there's no matter that matters and
We know everything about injustices
Of the heart and mind, and sometimes
The bone too. Knowledge is fluid in our hands
Like holding an ***** that is warmly wet -
So close but not close enough. We know
More than our parents in all their years and we
Don't care.

Hot today
Road-crossing slow
Couples snail-walk
Love on show

Buses queued
Shoppers bagged
Cars throb-beat
Traffic drag

Mid-road-island
Man is lost
Tiny dog
Seeks lamppost

Time getaway
Stop revolve
Go home vicar
Mystery solved