Struck by Sunbeam

Fatbellied weaver
of silver gossamer net -
predator waiting
in the midst of a frail web -
beauty shivers in the breeze

Ip Dip, Sky Blue

A family of five, with
rooms full of carpets,
penknives and books.

Four of us at dinner,
kids staying up late
till dad comes home.

A triad of pests,
we owned the
neighbourhood.

Two ersatz-grannies:
one for the toffee,
one for the stories.

A mysterious creek,
terra incognita to be
explored till sundown.

Faffing

Another moment
glides through
the room,
nestles
into memory.

Another minute
hovers unused,
unnoticed,
numb;
seeps slyly by.

Moments over minutes -
a steady, stealthy string
cocooning my muted mind.

Chrysalis calm, stasis
perfected.
Brittle
defense against these pangs.

Sit By Me (Ode to a Table)

Point of convergence, a matter of course,
this foursided magnet hodling dinners
together or when need arises the
fourfooted champion of lonely luncheons.

A cornered canvas of stories galore,
platebearing plane on exuberant nights,
full of laughter and talk and fondue forks,
or when it is time for tax forms and bills,
patient witness to procrastination
stacked in neat piles of paper trails.

A Walk in the Park

The day glides by
unflappable
swans
furl their sails,

Petrified air
greys every branch
hanging over
the bank.

Such a long wait
for this, your warmth
under my fingers.
I laugh.

Journey From A to Z

After arduous airplane hours,
bored and belted homewards bound,
canned customers unfold for queues and customs.
Dazed, they disappear, disolving in the
everyday that ends everything.
Falling from their fold I
go to ground, gracelessly
handling heavy bags as I hurry
immediately on, intent on ideally
jostling my jetlagged self onto a jam-packed train.
Knees folded, I keep awake with Stephen King and
let the last miles pass on the fast lane as
more and more my thoughts
notch on you. Nearly there now,
only five or ten more minutes, then I step onto the
platform, pulled along by the crowd and pushed into
quavering humanity. I find quiet quilted in your arms, I'm
right as rain now, revitalised; I feel myself
speed up in the shadow of your smile.
The tingle of welcome zings through me,
unseen uproar takes over as you're undermining my
veneer with vertigo eyes. And very soon now,
we will truly be home. Just us in
xylitol bliss, each other's xoanon, we welcome this x-ray...
yes, because it's about you knowing me and me knowing you
and we zero in on each other - finding our zen, finding our zone.

Earth

Black satin specked with bright light behind
a bluegreen pearl shrouded in white
that shimmers in the sunlight.
So we see her, our world,
from afar. We went,
the moon's glory
called to us.
We miss
Earth.