look harder
in the afternoon
there were
morning falls
tied lines
and now
a weary boxer
wants to punch
the air
seeking solace
in clouds
deep pools
water caressing
muscles full
of the day
as we float
on a porous
skin

after the working week
friday deeper into night
the tv news is the same
people drowned tragically
on the prevous broadcast
the limp child's body
reminded me
that these hours
can tempt and trick
with empty promises hard
to fulfill. sunday night
is the saddest black
heads sinking into pillows
imagining other days

before the dawn
leaves rustle
in the courtyard

bamboo trunks
conduct the wind
hollow echoes

a white lily
dances gently
a solo performance

on a tree branch
the distant twitter
of birds awakening

greet a greying sky
as stars fade
& the winter morning

melts into clouds
dim in the night
deciding the day