Cooling
When you are hot blooded
And wanting to the burn the night,
Love brings the flood.
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Warming
When you are chilled
And lonely and dark,
Love brings you inside of itself.
Month: July 2021
The Nectar
Already by 10 AM the sun is merciless
But the birds are twittering
Under the shade of leaves,
Cool in the undergrowth.
Sounds arrive in the garden
Brought by a breeze:
Cars swishing in the distance,
Workers on scaffolding
Laying tiles,
A child cries out
After its mother:
Just everyday happenings
Of a suburb in a town in the summer.
As I sit, hearing the world,
Brought the waft of honeysuckle
And jasmine flowers
Generous and comforting,
I realise
That I am here
And I am now,
And that life is perfect
As the buddlier flowers’
Drooping purple spires
On which the bees drink thirstily,
And butterflies flit,
Their tongues unfurled
Tasting the world,
Sipping at the nectar of it.
The Fluid Of The Air
There were downpours last night,
The patter of swollen drops
On leaves and the absorbent earth.
The guttering dripped intermittently
And sung me back to sleep.
This morning, when I step outside,
The garden accepts me
Inside itself,
Merges me wholly
With the rain-heavy air,
Easy on the breath
And dampening like a sodden blanket.
Bird calls are shrill in the moistness
As if the lubricated air
Conveyed sound more easily.
The separation between things
Is altered and healed
As though my senses,
Conducted by the closeness of molecules,
Reach far beyond
What I might call the body.
Where once there was dry air, the sky,
And things existing in it,
Now there is one fluid medium
Where all things touch.
The boundaries of bark and stem,
Feathered skin or the insects chitinous
Exoskeleton are as porous
As the canopy of the overarching tree.
And the osmosis between
Is a luxuriant movement,
Energy’s transient enquiry,
Unconcerned by the names of things
And free to pass between,
Free to roam
A borderless and singular being.
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