eyes up

From the blown  edges of  the universe

A lesson in how not to be

I was the smoke under the Melina

from the Stormy years down wind

and I beclouded my own vision

but through it my eyes re-learnt 

directions to the star

2014

listen

Have I listened in  growing despair

Waiting for the snare, from tomorrow’s shadow

Yet my breath stands somehow.

2014