
Hands of Missing
gesture signs
as you pass
digital choir
sings songs of angels
reach for assurances
your touch
lingers there.

Here
where the spirits
of thousands
uplifted and melancholy
sway eyes closed
imagining encounters
with greatness
gud luk
good night.

Between shops
of Bright Letters
shouting wares
that may sell
I will slip on a shadow
haunt blunted places
that might ring my bell.

Along the Gap of Dunloe
blackstones observe
your descent
one chestnut horse
lingers on a rise
you toss poetry
against boarded windows
of the ruins.

In these days
harsh with vengeance
fired by greed
cowering fear
solitary observance
returns to centre
empathy
love and peace.

Side by side
breath by breath
heart rhythm
eastern winds.
Between jack pines
we sway with
homage
flutter,
passage of time.

Each one,
ending with
Kafka’s fade,
lingers days
whispering deepening
peeling half-speed
to the raw
distracted
gaze.

Dusk
that lonely place
between darkness
light’s obscure
distant shroud
present like knowledge
breath just passed
step. waltz. decay.

Where home
becomes you
inside out
doors secure
open windows
welcoming stars
birdsong
banal exchange
then
rhythm come.

Haida girl
eyes dance now
see
Raven circle Moon
between us
no longer strangers
unspoken message
yes I know
the Good Place, too.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.