It is when you stop
In a moment
And let it breathe you in
Looking longer than you did before
Watching and letting it be
You can feel it then
In the soft and quiet movement of all things
Beneath the rushing wing and soft tone of birds and
in the sleepy haze just before the sun  
I have found a wild romance
In the chaos of it all and in the still moments
In the tumult of crashing wave and in gentle stream
Dashed between rock and lining the shore
As if it were mine to hold in hand, as rose shaped shells or pretty glass
I could drown in it
Sunset colours, salt water and light like honey
It is all waiting to be adored
Pretty wildflowers that decorate summer
But only for a while
Delicate petals in a delicious shade
Waiting for me to take them into heart
I can hold it my lungs as heavy scent of pine needles and deep green
Breathing new life into me

And in the hushed hours of luna light and frantic moth
It settles as shades of silver
Orchestrated as a dance, an affair between planet and moon
It’s cosmic yet close, reaching deeper than the dark


So find me falling in love in the dappled spots of sun, forest floor and Jurassic sand

Lost amongst it all, the magic and fleeting beauty, turning in the season

See me there and leave me for a while

i may drift off
at random moments
upon seeing poetry
in a serendipitous
seemingly miraculous
landmark occurrence
if i'm lucky enough
to notice it
but it's the muse
of the mundane
the poetically banal
that speaks to me
in a clearer voice
it tells of the hair
that clogs the shower
the washing left out
forgotten on the line
in yet another downpour
of two dogs
keeping me company
while i work
it is here
     forever here
that the truest
moments of beauty
will be found

im stuck.

im right where you left me.

in that room,
where we once got too close
and it was like
time stopped...
just for us.

im right where you left me.

in that garden,
where we laughed too hard
and started to cry
and it was like
the world stopped spinning...
just for us.

im stuck in those moments.

the ones that silently mean
the world to me.

the ones i write about --
sometimes inbetween the lines.

hidden between the letters.

im stuck.

im right where you left me.

there was nowhere
in particular
that i had to be
or any real reason
for me to be
where i'd ended up
i had been wandering
most of the day
seeing the sights
but mostly trying
to see the city
in its truest

and so found myself
amidst the bustle
of little market stalls
lining either side
of the path leading
to the centre of
a neighbourhood park
i had wanted a coffee
and was ready to
continue my march
towards a flat-white
but urged myself
to rest my feet
to pause for awhile
and enjoy the theatre
of these unconnected lives
unwittingly intertwined;

the young couple
bartering at a stall
while the elderly pair
laughed in pantomime
as the girl passed by
struggling to control
her overexcited pup
sat there watching
i too had a role
playing a part
in their lives
that i would
never know

It's the smallest moments
That hits me the hardest
The most insignificant ones
Yet somehow significant to me

Small, simple moments
Like getting a pizza
But not sharing a slice
Saving a funny meme
But not able to show it
Or eager to watch a series
But being the only viewer
Doing a basket of laundry
But for the smallest load
Seeing a new restaurant
But ordering just for one
Getting into my car
But only opening my door
Pointing out something cool
But only pointing for myself
Preparing for bedtime
But the bed is all mine

It's those smallest moments
The most insignificant ones
That suddenly hits me the hardest
When it's all without you

the unexpected storm
on another day
could have ruined
that intimate moment
of memories and ice cream
sat on the rocks
of the sea wall
surrounded by calm waters
even as the rain fell
and thunder rumbled
they headed for shelter
on their own terms
only when they wished
this time it had
done nothing more
than bring them
playfully
defiantly
together

We post to find a better life
A purchase with no payment
A silver crystal shell of hope,
Golden red letter sealant

Our folded wings to lug the chain
Shine glitter on the pavement...
Our broken home to elevate
The fragrant cheapest moments

Delivery is paramount...
For delight undeserved

It’s worth it to perch it -
To be rich in earth’s ****

The bitterer, the better...
Gut wrench hope through this twister

Till we blether one last measure,
To post into the litter.