ice wine on the moon

 

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and one day soon

i will go to the moon

take a quick break

one  wednesday noon

between meetings

writing two-page briefing notes

i will pay with bitcoin

for my ride and root beer floats

in a faraway place

where the standard time is gmt+10

a stranger lives (alone?)

my angst he seems to understand

together we may go to the moon

with ripped jeans and purple bandanas

have a picnic lunch

with ice wine and mini bananas

talk about ways to get around

with compass cards

from 1100 chestnut st

watch the summer stars

and then to darling harbour

we will fly away

have cake and coffee at soul origin

one stormy day

reflect on maya and the sorrow of androids

laugh about collecting dreams and getting through life

i will get the blueberry jam and brie

you get the sparkling champagne and ceramic knife

together for the first time

we will have dinner

until dawn talking about spirals paired

there’s no saint and sinner

will you reach out

never…or soon?

a break with me perhaps

one wednesday noon?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Valentine

no magic

nothing to conjure

pain follows

any intent to injure

yet we do

over and over again

look away

after causing pain

wake up

talk about coffee and toast

remain suspicious

make plans for valentine’s dinner with duck roast

~

all magic

so much to conjure

pain follows not

when there is no intent to injure

when we choose to love

over and over again

never look away

after causing pain

it is beautiful to wake up

talk about coffee and toast

have the courage to love again

celebrate valentine’s on the west coast

making time

to play on the beach

follow butterflies

out of reach

look up at the black night sky

to catch a glimpse of falling white snowflakes

always making time for a loved one

dark hot chocolate and mini cupcakes

to pause

to smile

to reach out

for your valentine always go the extra mile

 

 

 

 

 

Inheritance

When I reflect on my father’s death and the inheritance I have…I realise the best inheritance is knowing I was loved, unconditionally. My father treated me with care, respect and kindness, he made me feel I could soar, I could go anywhere. I will give everything he left behind, for just one more day with him…to go for a ride on his ugly green scooter and watch the beautiful full moon glitter amidst dark skies…to sit silently with him and feel his love…

Theory

 

there’s no theory

to explain why love

gets weary

how we give everything up to get close

only to run away

from the other and ourselves

there’s no theory

to explain why love

never gets weary

how we give everything up to get close

and stay together

in harmony with the other and ourselves