This, the last day of the possible,
stumbles into itself:
sounds upon peripheries,
scents lingering upon the breeze,
transient, shapes form
until disbelief and uncertainty
in the amber
of an autumnal sun.
Vagrant stanzas stutter Continue reading “vagrant stanzas”
Today words should burn,
trail scented ink to scrawl
charred phrases where oceans churn
and remnant echoes fall
beyond the spectrum of our eyes –
let dissolution claim the wise. Continue reading “a burning”
This morning the sun rose upon the three waters. Expectation, a woven memory of solitude and calm, I walked through the remnants of the place I’d known, towards the ghats. Stumbling through the first stirrings of stallkeepers around the market, only half aware of them as past and present become a fluid thing; a plasma mixing and merging the senses until there was no difference to be felt. Unless it be on the periphery.
Down to the harbour, through the bleary halflight of the alleys. Down to the harbour, through the temple. Fifteen years ago I made the same journey: another self, drifting uncharted between the tidepools of some hippy dream. Continue reading “Kanyakumari”
Autumn cast, new wealth
adrift on October winds ~
a rainfall of leaves.
Driven by the guiding moon
Spring and Neap tides
furrow their season Continue reading “red”
This day the wind came, changed
by stealth from yesterday.
A feeling rearranged
the furniture and lay
a ring of brittle gold Continue reading “this day the wind came”
In these reflections of distance
a wanderer, returning across years
to this dreaming place,
wearing an old map;
a topography of memory.
Here, in a late hour, in a darkening age, Continue reading “distances”
In Spring sleep, unaware of dawn, Continue reading “spring sleep”