Shadow and light, with intensity
Inside and out
Becomes the same person
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Warm winds
Cold museums
Yellow glazed baubles
Scoops of salt laden water
A wet tee shirt
Skip steps
Glasses of iced lemonade
Skin is its own free beauty
Rock pool diver
Bucket and spade
Hand held, in tender hand
Time is yours if you let it
I searched for my birth certificate
We looked at the moon in the east
Earlier our chairs were set at the right angle
To catch the last of the setting sun
Between then and now
And often always
Our conversation was accompanied
With a glass of chilled Sauvignon blanc
These are the new beginnings
Sure and certain
Excitements of the young love
Of a second generation
Later, without time for preparation
Before the pyjamas could be unfolded
We were held in our arms, buttons undone
Again as earlier, we touched the moon and the sun
You have an idea, a thought
I say that sounds good, sounds good to me
You, and your germinations, turn to move along
I wisely oil the wheels on your wagon
That way the sun shines on the both of us
Light and fresh, inside and out, all over
If this is nutrition then nurture my soul
My fingertips, my hopes, my voice
Think on who are we doing this for
For everyone to feel good about themselves
For everyone to grow, a little or a lot
Think on that is why we try
Try a little harder
Compliments and questions
They amount to much the same thing
If you listen closely
We have been looking for a place
Yet what better space
Than this one before us
A venue to come to for poetry
For one on one collaborations
To share our table, our scenery
From springtime through to summer
In the autumn, and the winter