a little oil
fish

egg
bread

red wine
sunshine

a few lines
-to sing.

Heron, old clinker built wooden boat
once rode the sea all round about
now she is permanently beached
a slow rotting down into the garden
with wildflowers peeking o'er her bow
where waves used to crash and splash
salty sea no longer to test her strength
all battles over, but she still rides the winds.

the Sun comes down and shares my table
touches my hands, warmth, on cold skin
it is a star I remind myself in some ones sky
some one far across the Universe some one-
I will never meet this side of eternity-
but if they exist, good chance they do,
Heaven will be all the more wonderful.

getting things so wrong
yes, my default position

Ah well, it helps to keep you humble
which is far by far preferable

and welcome

- to the alternative

Spirals in the sky
wind-bourn
uplift,
warm draught upwards

wings full feathered
-a cry, crying flock
in sync songs-
a gathering

beaks to make welcome
- to scream Alleluia
thanksgiving
Back from the sea.

there is substance, often hidden
more than likely in each word

every stanza sings its song-
reaped from a silent heart.

every breath forgotten
lost to times reap

each heartbeat
a hearts worth of love

a smile is remembered
indelible in eternity

-quickening the rhythm
shortening the breath.

commentators are plentiful
but not bothering to even give a like?

love creates, love rejoices,
love is a dynamo-
energy of the Universe

harmonious living, in sync with nature,
is not compatible
with the rate of consumption of the West