I wonder at the world that lies behind the eyes of the sour-faced dog walker.
Did I upset you by not getting off my bike to cross the bridge?
I crossed the bridge as I always do,
Withdrawing Wall
When I was fourteen or maybe fifteen, I told a lie.
I told my friends at school that someone I knew had died.
The Tree of You and the Pool of Me
There is time, and time enough again, I tell myself,
For I fear you swept away by tide, or so diluted, lost to sight.
But water lives to bring us life, and as a creature of the sea,
I know its strength, and how knowing it, heals me.
A Gift Rediscovered
We meet outside the station,
Embrace and start to amble,
Down the hill.
Thinking Fealings
The flow of happiness must be drunk from cupped hands. It can only be held for a short while. It trickles through our fingers even as we try to grasp it. Happiness flows from wherever we may find pleasure. It runs warm and soft but quickly slips away.