Human limitation

With three months alone to

My own mind and body, the

Lifting pressure of other

People’s expectations becomes

A memory, for dreams.

The space is everywhere

Now, my brain recalibrates,

Moving old files to trash,

Dumping them off on the

Way to the park.

I appreciate the improbability,

Improbability is dead, long

Live improbability. Now,

Anything will happen. The

Worst always finds a new

Home, the best is yet to die.

The truth matters only in

Our human minds, the Earth

Sees us for who we are and

Wonders at our extraordinary

Lack of common sense.

Muted moan

Feeling unexceptional

Today, the dumb weight

Of myself heaves the

Time forward in uneven

Lumps. A half hour’s

Sweet distraction becomes

Bitter with vacant repetition.

The books, their wisdom

Sits and sits, going stale,

Like a bunch of flowers

Bought from a florist that

Closed many weeks ago.

Gratitude goes off like a

Smoke alarm, the same

Urgent sense of guilt

And shame at leaving

The toast unattended ..

Under tree

“It’s a brilliant day!”

“Yes, like summer!!”

Everyone is a friend, under

The safety of the sky

The park is there and

We are in it, strangers

In one grassy home

Open to the sky, with

More time to grow

Together than ever before.

A place of greater safety

What if I woke up one

Morning and the sound

Of courting blue tits

In the Holly teased the

Edges of the light?

What if the lung of my

First waking breath

Was cleaner with the

Trafficless calm as

I rolled out, feeling for

My first draft of tea?

What if the garden patch

Was crotcheted with little

Notes of purple from the

Blushing bumble-bee loved weeds?

What if I could read and breathe

The sun-long day to myself, safe

As houses. I can, lucky me, how

Grateful I am.

S is for Spring

The threat is veiled in

Spring. Sods law that

We should be afflicted

In Nature’s sweetest time.

Our sun is fresh and

Docile now, a young

Child beckoning us

To play with the urgency

Of major chords rousing

The choirs of busy fluting

Starlings to hurry on

With their plans.

The same rainbow’s end

People were walking down

The brick filled street of

Bricky maisonettes, walking

With the gait of woodland

Strolling, nowhere stepping

Just moving for the feeling

The view, and maybe a pub lunch.

Not today, some took a path

Straight down the tarmac, just

To add variety, for a different feel,

Like dried out lava, on island beaches.

Occassionally, they move aside,

To let a car or JustEat bike pass,

Calcuttans swerving for a holy cow.

Another, on my side of the pavement

He has two small kids in tow, so

I cross over, give up my sunnier

Track, they have the right of way.

Another now on the shady side,

Coast is clear, I move back to the

Sunny side after a brief going

Down the middle of the road, over

The white line, thinking how it looks

Like a food voucher – “Cut here along

The dotted line”.

Winds blow off the Wanstead Flats,

Three bald guys add a touch of frying

Fat to the gust. Their open barbeque is

Borderline criminal, but I smile across

From my side. The air is otherwise

Free, I spot a lone rainbow arching

Over the word “Hope” written

Carefully by a child.

Hope + Soap

It’s now that a household God

Or two comes in handy,

Preferably one for each room

Or corner of the home, to

Bless and cherish every blemish

In the paintwork, the little,

Hard to reach crevice behind

The fridge or sofa or Xbox.

Should some uninvited guest

Arrive, the god’s will welcome

With open love, provide it

Rest and warm and nourishing

Laughs, so much that it will

Forget the weapon in its hands.

My First Krispy Kreme 

It was better than

I thought. Much 

Better, so good I 

Think I’ll remember 

It forever. Soft brown

Silk cracking like warm

Ice as I sink  

Down, surrounded by

The softest sweetest cushion

What could be more comforting than

This? Another Krispy Kreme,


He has risen

The hawk flies higher 

And higher until the

Stars become neighbours,

He weaves around them

And leaves a trail for


From our cages on Earth

We look up and see

Him twinkling


You were pushed out

You were shocked out

The dry lightness surrounding

Your private thoughts.

You were clouded by

The vague memory of

Humanity in your DNA.

You are the first capitalised 

Breath before language

Was known, you are

Relatively new yet you

Are closer to the truths

Than Death will ever see.

You are almost blind,

Deaf and dumb and yet

In you hums a beat that’s

In sync with mum’s, that hearts

Everything with the precarious 

Infinity of seeds.