Angry sky to revelation;
Highway to hope-lined avenue;
Ordinary day to the dawn of time.
Alarm bells ring; rats are racing,
Dressing, eating, children-chasing,
Driving, talking, fixing, bunching,
Meeting, typing, number crunching.
How Do You Do?
It with a capital I.
I’ve been longing so to meet you,
Now I wonder why.
The Monster Within
An amorphous monster lurks within
Hidden from your view.
I used to think it lurked without
In ‘him’ or ‘her’ or ‘you’.
A lizard ironed onto a rock,
Lissom limbs loaded
With cells that feel the earth’s pulse beat…
Lazy lizard; goaded.
Hollow Hearts (Monday Morning)
Heart groping a hollow chamber,
Conscious of what is not,
Taking stock of what is: