Light, we can
Dance again,
Without the
Rules of Frost
To hem us in.
joy
Full Moon
You are a world in a
Man, you are my heart in
My hand and my stomach
In a cup that can never
Be drained, you warm up
My soul with your pulse,
Your nostrils and your breaths,
Every hair that moves
On your face is lucky to be
Born near a warmth so
Keen it could run rings around
Me after circling the moon.
In his tale of two cities Dickens said ‘The day came coldly, like a dead face out of the sky’
What is there to fill this grey day?
Is there someone for whom
It is not grey, is there someone
Who switches on the lights with
Every blink? Is there a place
In this grey city where life flows
Strong and people are enjoying
Their work and loving themselves
And seeing light in every eye even
Though the sun’s switched off?
Joy
Fill myself with love
Feel the barometer rise
Mercury between my
Lungs up to my throat
Node-glob at the thyroid
And fill me up from there
Then the cups that sit
Between the hips and
Above the gut, let them
Overflow quickly down
The limb lines of the
Thighs through the knees
Cartillage gates to the feet
Sealed with nails to
The booted floor above
The earth, the street, the
Core that rotates all fates
And gives open hearts and
Throat-brains energy
To proceed further than the
Streets, stoked up with fresh
Love beating consistently up
Through every particle
And making each shine
Bright like the moon over
Edinburgh when January
Is high and the year is
Young with fresh hope and
Cool candour, playing
Each glob of light like
A sacred new toy.
Being Every Day 