I, you, he, she, it…
three distinct views of the world
(though perhaps not to the Creator?)
which seem so different. Which
...
There has to be a reason:
dogs bite postmen.
It's not just that they jump up the sofa to the window
...
The prick of tears around the eye when reading poetry
is reassuring - that despite what happened
this morning, yesterday, in childhood,
in your last life, whatever -
...
Beside me as I sit here typing is a golden pool, of relaxation,
alertness, patience and trust, uniquely brought together
...