Lunch Over

The Children sit in the mud
Digging in their world
Of infinite possibility and
Unbounded imagination

Shoots become lanterns
Ready to glow in the dark
Lighting the way for Gnomies
Who only come out at night

Sunlight slants through the trees
The birds warble on
As the children chatter and
A plane rumbles by overhead


[17 June 2006]

Downstairs

Sitting naked at my desk
I empty my mind of tomorrow’s shopping list
So that I may sleep tonight


[16 June 2006]

Writing a poem

In this cold lonely house
Sifting through
Feelings

I sit

Thinking
Of today
Some things might need doing


[23 April 06]