Silence

A welcome change
from all the postponements,
all the tests,
a rock in the mountain.
Where am I going
but here,
hard against the sky?
Until the day
after the next dark,
what could I see?
The night
falling
like rain.

To A Child

The trees outside,
at this moment,
are where they are,
wordless,
all their lives.
But who’s to say
what the wind makes,
what it takes
to caress,
to bring out into the open
the silence that never closes
but stays.
But this man,
he says nothing
and lies.

Love

That first morning,
you wore shorts
and came to my bed

with sausages
and bread, things
we could not do without.

Ours is a love
that doesn’t need
to be done,

doesn’t care
to be alone,
with days like separation,

like the dots of evening
unfazed by time,
by ardour

of a kind that moves
in and out of us
unlike diligence

but like passion
unsigned,
not unproven.

No stranger nor familiar man

No stranger nor familiar man
the blackening of night
the discerning might
of heaven
some commonality
of falling
in place
of management
and ascent
no one there
no body held close
mouth
some beginning
to last
silence