02 August 2014


The cat inhabits when she sits,
And what's withheld is in her eye.
What unsprung poise
Shivers the stillness of this gaze?
The bordered terrace of a dream
Bears the commission of her place
And person,
My envoy to what's before me.

04 July 2014


This moment has a weight of stone
That holds itself aloof
From the landscape of my dailyness,
Whose lightness wants no proof.
My eye enframes this clouded sky
Which seems to stand apart,
Yet if seen's the same as seeing,
Time's a subtle art.

22 May 2014