Month: June 2018

Sunny London Day

For a people so defined
by gray, dreary, and rainy
days, whose cozy pubs
and warm, hearty food
nourishes against
this apathetic drabness,

the sun, the blissful sunshine
beckons them into every inch
of green space. The gardens
and parks are full of people
talking, reading, sitting,
anything to take in every ounce
of blissful sunshine

on a rare sunny London day.

Little Lizard

on the wall at night,
just wanted to come closer,
wanted to hear some voices
and maybe be a little warmer.

Little lizard: something
to love when you’re not
around, something that can’t
stay warm just by itself.

The Fiesta

in a small town,
is dedicated to Christ:
everyone drinking
and eating all day

and everyone drinking
and dancing all night;

the fiesta, in a small town,
transformed into a forest–

it’s covered in leaves.

Sweet Blue

How sweet the soft blue
dawn after a sleepless
night, restless:

a tidy breakfast, eggs,
fruit and coffee, then
cleaning the kitchen
clean dishes, clean
as the dawn.

Jet Lag

Day is night
and night is day;
when to sleep
and when to eat
my body cannot say.

I sit on the roof,
small hours bloated
to fullness,
full like the bed full
of dust that I lay in,
hours, restless:
the dark Portugal night.

Flying Over a Dark Atlantic

From where I sit,
high altitude, earth
must be smaller
than I’m accustomed to:
looking out the cabin window.

Yet how vast! As if blanketed
by the shadow of the moon, such land,
such seas stretch before me
in black uncertainty, shining
vaguely with a promise: something
new, something unknown.

Hear! I meet the warble
of dawns coming wings,
the thrumming of the jets,
the monotonous engine.
I come to meet this darkness
squarely, plainly view both
the plain and the extraordinary,
and still I look forward
to coming home..