11th - 17th September 2005


Sunday: Lacunae.
Wrapped round with dreams, I am
astonished every time.

Monday: Certain mists
Shrouding speculative trails.
Uncertain journeys.

Tuesday: Granite blocks
Part chipped, a heart revealed.
Shut the door firmly.

Wednesday: Bubbles.
Growing effervescent
giggling like candy.

Thursday: Water sinks
groundwards. Fish flying, wet hair.
Walking, beating time.

Friday: Acid etching
burns bone, melts stone.
Leftover carelessnesses.

Saturday: Wide sky.
Airbus, glinting, scrawls a trail.
Speckles of sunlight.