Above an estuary the fresh full moon

Weaves desire along a coastline

Shadows dancing silver in the 

Kelp forest glades

Lunar tides roll out from one edge to

Submerge in the potential of another

A no heard in the shallows 

Moved by a slow yes in the depths.

Beneath the rhythm of curling waves

Fate becomes some sort of weighted net

Balanced with ancient pebbles swaying as

Pendulums on knotted alleyways of rope

Caught in the carefree flow

A family of hungry arms

As curious as an anemone 

Suspended and blind but lunging anyway.

Each current that swims through with the drift,

Is a pilgrim of the Ocean 

A ripple of clumsy opportunities 

Consulting with tectonic plates

To embrace the tangled mess of choice

In a language beyond the aquatic rumble.

The many chances of an epochal voice

Swim back to the mother shoal 

A murmuration whispering as they drop

Diving into the fathomless haze of

Molten time that erupts

Below the below

Sinking becomes searching

A keening echoes from the Whales

As great mouths gape wide and sing

With the eternal tide

Imbibing questions

Resurrecting dancers

As their voices float up to the stars

Above the above

Can you feel the fertile rumble in your 

First true leaves? 

Gifted a mote of space, a slice of life, no need to race the 

Great pheromonal breeze 

Webs of loyal ancestral soil imagined just to 

Germinate your seed 

Freedom to breathe but a pact to fulfil, when cut your blood 

Must willingly bleed 

From deep below minerals ebb and flow with this youthful 

Thirst to grieve 

Landscapes lost, the gaining cost as seniors defy the routes your 

Branching roots will weave 

Unseen views and stagnant news plague your passionate 

Plain green stem 

Whilst others peer on down to tutt that you’re stuck in a rut so 

Willing to condemn 

A pinch and a flinch as thorns start to pierce your long 

Tender disguise 

Now no-one cares to deal with how you feel or stop to 

Hear your lonely cries 

Dogs piss on you and insects bore you blue, consuming your 

Right to be 

For endless months as a valiant runt you mourn a seemingly 

Unbegun beauty 

Through drought and fumes, pesticides and countless monsoon moons you 

Try, try, try 

But amidst your fluster hope is not enough to muster your 

Growing dream does die 

So close, so far, leafy pores ajar, the cry of a deep 

Ache to know 

Left gazing oft to the dark mirror aloft, night’s celestial 

Wild flower meadow 

Stars call on down, without malice or frown 

‘OPEN UP INSIDE’ 

So you unweave your woes from your true voice as Rose and cast 

Your green skin aside 

Now more than a blush, a genuine flush of your eloquent 

Red rosy vein 

Birth your gifts, heal the scars of those sensitive somatic rifts 

Beauty sprouts in pain 

So bare your soul 

Gentle song of the whole 

Go bloom in full colour 

As Life’s wild, wild lover 

Your earthly petals are 

Dreams from the sky 

Bright

White

Thunder

Flashes

Oh, for something

Greater

To devour the clashes,

The rusty clatters

Pots and pans hurling across

The innermost room

Of a body trembling

In an iridescent gale

Hide

Away

Don’t stand under trees they say

But understand this!

Leaves soften a storm

Into caresses

Where that run-off flows

Trapped pain undresses

Fall

Further

Submerge into the solar plexus

Of your fear

Drift down rivers that meet

At your deepest well

That one locked away inside a ribcage

Laden with the years taken

To find one’s ghost and

Sew her back together again

Lean

In

To the creak of the pulley

A metallic crow call

Mournful and heavy

As the bucket is drawn

Through your echoing spine

Closer, closer, up to the mind

Open

Jawed

Regurgitate that old wooden vessel

Chock full of dark tales

Sent forth to wrestle

The faintest of wails

These harsh hooded messengers

Long ignored as pointless and flawed

Look

Down

At the bottom

In the mud

One frail yellow Canary

Barely conscious

In the gases of

A nauseous self

Seek

Fractures

In bursts of harsh blinding light and

The rolling thunder of gentle insight

This space between

Marks a way to be seen

Hidden in cracks

A gateway back

Miles

Above

Fertile roots pull you home

Mineral by mineral

Throw open that well, let it rise

Let it swell, drink from the spray

Breathe in wild winds and hear them howl

As stagnant echoes of self-doubt flow back out

Ripples make waves, waves make sea

Feel your cells unfold into that vast woven galaxy

Let

Grief

Become a present ancestor

On the cave walls of your retina

The way your waters

Have agreed to one day

Evaporate into rains

Designed to feed generations

Each

Morning

Witness perspective spin

Within fresh dew

Drops of condensation from a wise sky

Settling onto driftwood

That has landed

In the stillness

Let

Love

Find her own way

To comprehend you

Welcome the song of dawn

As she composes your soul

Weep, and then

Listen

Its 4am

Shadows ripple as

I climb from moist soil 

Into rarefied air

Behind the supermarket

On top of the hill

There is a shrine

To which my withered leaves

Turn and pray

An evaporation whispers through dormant trees

Beside this solar shrine, I feel

Silhouetted in the sunset breeze

Where are the stories 

Once shared to sprouting seeds?

Almost forgotten from the 

Meadows of my dreams

Towards wholeness I weave

My roots stretching from the hilltop shrine

Down to the sea

Through concrete, aligned from 

Sands of time, confused

Between

All that we’ve built, and

All that we can be

Yet our roots still sever

On the shards 

Of a joyful window

Buried in the debris

So,

Rivers will spring and flow

Where this grief is sown

In the fields out beyond

You and me 

As I lean in to that half-sense,

Of both warming my heart to flames, and

Offering my spine to cold wind,

Undecided

I let the halfness take me

Into the newborn smoke, feeding

From the cremation of masterpieces

Once nurtured into being

By this great, cosmic festival

Long, long before

I was even possible

Today, as our hearts bleed:

Drops of yearning

For a vibrant tomorrow

Congeal upon the hands

Of those within us

Who have built bridges

And will build them

again.

There is no path

In gravity

So step away from your podium

Above the weather

Back through the clouded rift

Look neither down, nor up

In, nor out

Breathe, but with the sway of a wind

Eager to hail you

Back, from the zephyr beneath your lips.