Keeping it real

We make what ifs and isn’ts

To feed our minds fresh memories

 

What can be made can be

Seen, what can be seen, is.

 

Still life cannot be stopped,

It was there before easel,

 

We can only sit in silence

And find peace in mimicry.

In good time

The Past bore us.

The Future holds

us – this very

second is that.

For now, we have

run out of Time.

Friends

Friends

Are the past

And present and the

Vastness of what could be.

 

Clusters

Round the spikes,

Good bacteria

To our wounds.

 

 Soldiers

Standing by us, reinforcement

Stacked against life’s

Canons.

 

Pigs

Leading us through

Woods, sniffing out the

Truffles.

 

 Windows

Softly bouncing

Back our full-length

Portraits.

 

The past and present

And the largest part

Of what we need.