lunch on tuesday

silence
for so long

excuses
hinderance
no time, no sleep

but now
possible
reemergence
also, listening
words generate words

And now,
there is
new life,
Kicking.

She’s now
upandrunning:
a full-fledged
human being.

I remember
when
she was
just a speck,
nameless,
inside,
fathomless.

I’d feel her
kick kick kick
from where
I was used
to feeling
myself.

And now:
here she is.
Ever moving,
speaking,
laughing.

She is real now.
Her name
sticks.

one month of relative quiet
set aside for enjoying
everything that the
stones are
saying

Trying to represent an
entire universe in
only twenty
minutes.

(Crossing the Line, 28 09 09)

I remember the Lee Hall tea dance
in which you convinced me that
it is surprisingly not impossible
for mere mortals (like
me) to execute
the Viennese
waltz.

(27 09 09 – All the best in Australia!)

Knocking at doors attached to
windows from whence warm,
indoor light spills
into the
darkness.

(26 09 09)

Even the straightest line
is the brainchild
of organic
imagination.

(25 09 09)

Talk
to me
about literary journals.

(24 09 09)

An entire day hijacked by
a pair of keys
left at home,
out of
mind.

(23 09 09)

How have you transformed
this space with
your voodoo
eye?

(22 09 09)