Lost and Longing

I spent my dreams on you

I spent my childhood with you

reflections of stars stayed above you

I wasted hours next to you

daylight broke behind you

smiles became laughter thanks to you

nightmares broke the night underneath you

I ran across mud puddles in front of you

Now

 I spend days, hours;  life without you.

Possession

I have been dispossessed from a country
displaced from my name
but I have not lost my landline
because my greatest connection is the land
the land I walk on is my lifeline
my friend, my daily reassurance
the field, the red earth
the fire smoke farmland
the grey all consuming ocean
birds crossing the horizon at daybreak
calling me back to the forefront
thy have become my allies
reliable, punctual rhythms, no questions
no answers.

Prayer

Tonight in the grey winter

With commuter and traffic

Leaves on the grass, familiarly

I ask for a crystal ball

The insight of elders

The rain soaked, heat swept away ones

I ask for the future, 

For children keeping a magical world

Where animals talk

A place of private joy

Where I watched leaves change,

Uninterrupted

Firestarter

I have learnt to make fires

At first desperately

At first I lost courage

The small branches smoke

And show no potential

I hasten more wood

The smoke only grows darker

No brave flame survives

I sat back, cold and defeated

With time, I learnt to wait

When the smoke seemed a circling reality, at that moment a fire ignites

The flames gather strength

And eventually, conquer

Retro Speculation

This was a lost time
a stable temperature soft time
something old, tried and tested
dusted and polished

It is always four o clock
the sun is slanted, heat infusing the room
the birds are suspended in their end of day calls
tea poured, the fire made
the moment sealed
addressed, signed and sent.

Duckpond

A delicate, vibrant young joy

In this, the smallest of universes

Sunlight dapples through the bare trees

The meat smoke smell of lunch

Persistent bird calls, quiet dove soothing repetitives

An abandoned duck enclosure sets the scene

For the land of princesses and thieves

Bare branch sword fights.

Hiding behind the empty duck pond

She waits, short silent breaths

Wary of discovery, she doesn't move

Waiting for her young enemy to falter

One rustle of the groundcover
a betrayal of a little footstep

She will know, and attack.