October 2013

the birth of literacy

childhood cave . . .
she daubs a mammoth kill
with faeces

still water . . .
my shadow rises
to the surface

vesper bell . . .
the warmth of a sparrow
letting go

blanket of song . . .
the silences shorten
wave by wave

primal slime . . .
my footprints slurp
after me

dawn-born light . . .
darkness almost colour,
almost praise