Poems Folio 1
Marginalia
How to bookmark days?
dog ear corners, tear edges
of the few that deserve
a pride of place.
Moments of joy,
long hours of pain:
we should hoard the broken shard,
the diamond ring,
the odd blood stain.
Because returning after days,
creases cease to resonate.
Stranded, we can recall only
an yearning
to be somewhere,
anywhere:
hope to be more than marginalia
on edges
that were once days
Epitaph
they broke in to find
a lamp pooled
around her
upturned palm
on which
a moth lay
serene
a tabloid the day after
cleverly moralised how both
had flown
too close to the
light
but her deep dives
into tranquil
pools of light were
utterly unlike
the moths incandescent
suicide
Rodin’s Dream
your hands like
a cathedral
aflame
cupped around a
candle so
High Seas
She will jump ship
at high tide,
jettison your love
at sunrise.
Do not anchor yourself
to heaving decks,
beg forgiveness
or pledge reckless abstinence.
Your SOS matters
even less.
Abandon hopes of
islands in the sun
of beacons flashing salvation.
Refuge lies elsewhere
beyond distant shores where
horizons meet
the sea of galilee.
Maybe.