The open eye

Along the lines of traffic
and the streets of freon, came
a shock of wind, crashing

against endless apartments
against the concrete

and in the midst of its movement
the lake came in view
as the open eye

which like an angry god
was watching everything.

The Letter 'M'

You appear to go way too far
arranging yourself so neatly

and take your symmetry
perhaps too seriously

you are obsessed
with a life of order

Do you ever stop to wonder
what the future holds for you?

My womb

It's only in the clarity
of silence
that I'm able to breathe

and it allows me to hear
the breathing of this world

diving into the deep end
I begin to recognise myself
my reality and myth

and silence becomes my womb.

Histories

I sense
there is a story book
of our shared history

which I call upon
without quite understanding, fully
what it really is

and it is this story
of love, and doubt
of passion, and surprise
that controls us both

or maybe
it only controls
what I believe I am.

Meditation

The blaze of
the new summer sun
looks at me
watches my body

I give up any attempt
at control
with only my skin to respond
only my surface

but I retain the possibility
of meditation.

Companions

The wind was growing tired
slowing down with age

Older

it said to the flower

A time will come too
when I will not have the strength
to kiss your petals
and inhale your perfume

The flower replied-

But what about me?
What will I be then?

One grain of sand

He couldn't look
with a force of attention

at one fixed point
in a desert
of infinite points

could some divine intervention
grant him the power
or force him an insight

to focus
on one grain of sand
at least
from time to time.