Wednesday 20 April 2011

one step

for those who spent
too much time & thinking

it is okay there now a
day's work if not a week

back up in the bright intolerable
sky there's ships arrayed
about the river

              sails a no general upset
dehydrate the dragging tide

Monday 4 April 2011


it's beginning, for rigour is in all things,
the spark of transit, an arc of electron
decay, wide open tracts with space
for the measuring. A firmament we cannot
all be, and do not all be, but once a guiding
bulb caught ignition and cleared the air
of its thrifty gloom; no way the present
does not move on but stays fixed
like the light.