Moment

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life

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once outside

Bumblebees
tumbling about

drunk on nectar

dropping from blossom to bud
crashing into bees and walls
zigzagging

into people

spring to summer

one great party
from dawn to dusk

Remember

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lacrimosa

it starts in the heart

and sweeps out in a wave,
up the larynx
into a mouth, wide open

image credit: mwangi gatheca

a cry so loud
all who have eyes shed tears
and all who can see
weep
with anger
and anguish

for now
and again now
and again
now
and again now, now
now
there is no time
between the call
and response

there is no time
to wait
for now it is life or death:
the care of peace or the chaos of despair

 

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hot water

late night, past midnight
and there is yet work to be done

so I top up the bottle
with more hot water
like some comfy hen
wrapping herself up in warm feathers
cluck cluck cluck

except I stopped pretending long ago:

sudden, unpredictable cold
shivering down the spine like
a branch of flashing leaves
in an invisible breeze:
I don’t brave that anymore
like some brazen teen
infatuated with designs of cool
of “what if anyone did see?”

but cuddle up to the hot water
bottled
snug close like a young cat
curled in the crook of my lap
fast asleep, purring
while my eyes droop over keys
fingers slipping, dipping into darkness
those invisible fountain pens
flashing glossy black
on bright white screens.

 

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