vespers with
ancient chants
breath wisps of
conjuring faith
aspirations
in my own tongue
September 2019
late cold snap
more than an echo
each breath becoming
the morepork
foreshadowing
what it's not
my near absence
words
which embody
a universe
our
very selves
edging to the precipice
in screams
of nowness
where words
wave back
flitter-winged
in a blink
a butterfly beyond
the beginning of time
our here & now
pinpointed
winter ends
lingering darkness
my wisps
of words
magpies question
to clouds,
a bird
the dawn chorus
half moon blues
synching circadian rhythms
cat and I
all the poetry
book-shelved spines
shield from view