09 July 2020


Call it idleness
To take today for yesterday
Every grain of sand the same,
Every face, every distant voice.
Every gull the same indeed.
Tomorrow's wave will curl
Idly so, every glint and shadow,
Just the same as today's.

08 November 2019



To mistake the falling gyre
Of a leaf for a sparrow's
As common as the rain
That fell on you last week
That I feel on me today;
Pacifically unsent,
Remembered, unmeant.