Unsettled

This time yesterday

The heavens opened

Rain poured towards the drains

Not quite the breeze of today

Yet compensated

By the thunder and lightning

The café was incredibly slow

Such a wait

For coffee, sandwich and cake

You would not just wait

At the road junction would you

Choosing instead to turn the other way

Will your impatience stay with you

Or can you become sufficiently at peace

To wait and wait and wait and wait… 

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After The Queues

At the boathouse

By the water

In the sunshine

And the rain

With temptation

There to tempt me

Also shepherds pie

For the dinner

Meditation

Can you hear me

On the ripples

Of the four winds

There again

We see the island

Also Brideshead Chapel

And the room of renunciation

Weathered wood

Of how many reasons

For the swimming

For the slow falling into love 

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Quarry The Quarry

There is a quarry nearby

We’ve seen the wagons

Going to and fro

When I was a young man

An apprentice electrical engineer

I used to repair the jib controls

On a Ruston Bucyrus 5W

A walking crane

With a 20 tonne bucket

The drum contacts had to be cleaned

With fine, then finer, emery cloth

Before being set to work

Some days, with the jib

Out over the cut

I would have to change the light bulbs

Which meant hanging

Over the nothingness

Of impending vertigo

With only the world’s clear air

Down to the broken rocks

Fifty metres below

This helped ingrain within me

A fear of heights

Which I cannot now step over

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And Counting

One thousand buddhas

Before I reach

My buddha self

One thousand consciousnesses

On my way

To the universal consciousness

One thousand blue skies

Up above

My blue sky mind

One thousand trees

In the woods

Of my walking

One thousand kisses

On the lips

Of my lover

One thousand bishops

To our cabin

At Bishop Wilton

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Construct Destruct

That newly permed hair

Dry on a dry afternoon

That newly permed hair

Nothing ventured happens too soon

Old brick wall

With broken exposure

Supports a tree

Where cement ought to be

That newly permed hair

Dry on a dry afternoon

That newly permed hair

Nothing lost by speaking to the moon

Old thoughts flow

With fractured disconnections

Nowhere thus to grow

For out and out corrections 

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