Only eagles and adult kites could ride out these winds; and the kites with difficulty. The sparrows, prey, remain motionless beneath palm fronds, an occasional shiver and shuffle of feathers betraying their location. Slower than it had arrived with a thunderburst, the rain slows and stops, the wind calms and in the sudden silence birdsong begins to rise again. Now, before the heat sweeps back in, or the southern storm once more, now is the time to find peace, or make peace, or rest, simply rest.
In the deepest corner
In the deepest corner of his heart – and he had a very deep heart, as his future life would show – he found the tiniest ember of heroism. He found it and breathed softly on it and it grew and grew until it filled his heart and the flames began to dance behind his eyes and he stood up and said ‘I will. I’ll do it’. And though there was no one else there in the room in the house in the street somehow others heard from him and took heart from his courage and from that moment the tide was turned. It was not over but we knew one day it would be. And that is why we are here to remember.
They told us to wait
They told us to wait and then still did nothing
They told us to wait and to stop all our fussing
They worked us to death then applauded our coffins
They told us to wait and then still did nothing
Respect them
Without them we were not born.
Respect them.
They are not numbers,
except as fractions,
the fractions which together make us one.
Respect them.
Without them we were not born.
one day this will all be over
one day this will all be over
and then
and then
hold on
last night I dreamt you kissed me on the cheek
hold on
I need to know if this might be true
I’ll do it tomorrow
I’ll do it tomorrow he said
but didn’t
and now he never will
so I’ll definitely do it today
I think
a bit later on
but I will
I’ll breathe in
and love you
and breathe out
and love you
and keep breathing
and loving
my lungs and my heart staying in sync
I’ll definitely do it today
I think
a bit later on
I think
but I will
Spring morning
Arched branches birth green
Quarrelling robins unseen
At path end salt spray
accidental design
K wondered at the three moons in the sky then saw
they were night-window reflections
of the electric lights above her.
first rays
first rays tore the night
stories filled all people’s hearts
suddenly the dark
