“God bless this bread
And God preserve
The breadwinner”, I murmur
Making the sign
I never met my only sister
Never saw her save in dreams.
Sometimes she dressed in drifting mists,
Or else in filmy robes she lazed
Some call it checkers,
I call it draughts.
Don't play with me
If you think it's just a game
As soon as I step upon the deck
Of any boat or ship afloat
I feel at home and ready to roam
The ocean wide come wind or tide,
aristocrat that once
an emperor’s concubines’
slim fingers plucked
Last night I dreamt
I was in bed
with Mary Magdalen.
We lay side by side
“Do not fear us — fear God! ”,
The notice in the visa office says,
But is that what they really mean?
I fear not! For bureaucrats,
'You can't teach an old dog
new tricks', they say, pathetically,
expecting you to nod and agree;
nod I might to be polite
I got to looking at this dressing table,
the one we share, my wife and I,
plain white painted wood with a backing mirror,
she has the right side, I have the left.