Cloud And Sky

and below that blue

and then the pale yellow sunlight

then red like fire

like a furnace

and finally the world

this is my morning

how the day is so silent

like someone sleeping

and I look and wait

for it to wake

some giant creature

of air

is it desire

that burns and cools

is it all in my mind

I wonder

and then

I think of death

closest of companions

and then the world slowly wakes

the windows open

and I smile.

Solutions

always belong to the world

of whirlpools

air

you have to get used to nothing there

all I do is stare

calm evenings on platforms

in those days they played

movies in the sky

wild laughter

rang all over the locality

it’s such a pity

I tell you

this morning today

trying to get my washing machine

to start

around the bathroom I lurk

with a sinking heart

and on this page I splatter

my mind

and hope that you will be kind

and as things go

remain my friend

instead of foe.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).