(February 2015, HBC)
You are a blink
A small bird teetering on the vertiginous brink
Of youth
Somewhere between silly and couth
I watch my love for you
Chirp like a hungry cat
I watch lest my love turn into a claw
That jabs at time’s transparent booth
Destiny both revealed and concealed
A cosmic tease
For now I’m in the driver’s seat
With you every day at that precise moment
When sunrise stretches its gold-dipped fingers
I feel my way into the folds of your pocket
And trace the shape of every knuckle
At night we lie chest to chest
Two bird-cages nestled into each other
But one day it will be me nestling into you,
Chasing the rhythms of your heartbeat.
A Perfect Year
(By Gub, February 2015, HBC)
At Eight you leap the gate
Life’s vertiginous edge points up
And all that lies before you
Glows with promise
With love
The years behind are barely
Ripened fruit,
And with larder full
You set your foot forth
On solid ground
With pride, step up
Smart upon the rung
Jump now with merging muscle
Stretch outward into breeze
Feel freedom in these
Years, the joy of bounding
Careless, un-couped by fear
The rest is just beginning
8 – a perfect year ...
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