Poems 2010

POEM

I love streamers and trailers

Linked to something it might be easy to trail

Streaming in the wind.

But there is always something to follow.

I love sparklers lit on both sides

They are quick to sign off

They leave a secret trail

Of streaming sense

Written in the blackness of coal.

MY IMPURE GOD AND I

Each day

My impure god and I

Wake to light and walk alongside.

Each night

My impure god and I

Walk the dark under a starless sky.

Everything is so clear.

So, where’s the need to be pure?

And yet

Many a day and night

We wear our hearts inside out

Searching within

The dark impure night of the soul—

My impure god and I—

For what we both know not

My impure god and I.