Poems

untitled (the hibiscus blossom)

the hibiscus blossom closed
wrapped around itself
pointing north

 

locus

I widen my focus
        past eyelids
        beyond skull
make myself a great circle
        a spreading dome
        broad & broader view

The land is dotted
        here
        here
                there
with other beings
        & you
        now
        you
you
        now
        the locus

maybe just
        getting up,
        stretching
        yr neck, spine
        yr shoulderblades, triceps, elbows, fingers
        yr abs, thighs, knees, toes
maybe buying coffee, chatting
maybe sauntering here & there, talking
        to this one & that one
maybe hunched at a table
        with yr papers
maybe listening,
        leaning forward,
        head up,
        eyes intent,
        tongue & lips
        sucking
        & kneading
maybe yawning & thumbing yr phone
maybe
        a little anxious,
        solar plexus
        twitching its whiskers,
        fingertips picking
        & fiddling
maybe not

I am your skin bones sinews I am your synapses flicking I am the gentle creep & sudden sprung leap of your thoughts I am

sitting in the garden in the cool air morning
        with the famous Perth sunshine on my back
It's early spring
I'm meditating in my own odd way on the sound of the birds
        (& okay the power tools aeroplanes trucks)
        (but mostly the birds)
        (& my clean breathing)
The pigeons call to each other
I'm meditating in my own odd way in the famous Perth sunshine
        on the sound of the birds & my clean breathing & you
        'd be welcome
        to join me

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