we dig our selves into the hillside

the time you talk about unremembered.

perhaps I was never there

or unaware

so have dug into this hillside

placed tidily in awareness

of all that is happened,

happening

my heart sank when the water stopped draining

from the kitchen sink.

it is a soakaway

not a mains drain.

the rod broke and stuck there

though after  much upheaval, with slight swearing of a normal nature,

something shifted.

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts
ghosts of humans
when we are gone

sun came &
shadows lasted only a short time

you feel like two people
that one is split in two

that the other one does
look a bit like you
only more so

now is small stuff on paper
as who cares anyhow
we just carries on
regardless