We Keep Turning

Grey skies and deep sighs

the wondering whys

the wide, wet eyes

the little cries

our tucked up thighs

as we rest our heads on our knees

with silent pleas

for a moment of ease

or for time to freeze

or roll away on tumbling seas

when all we need is a brew

or “you”

or something to do

or something new

or a slice of truth

but why have truth when I could have cake

or go out with a mate

and create a new fate

increase my heart rate

it’s because of that fear

that won’t disappear

that at the end of the year

there will be no one to hear

the drop of each little tear

that falls into the great spinning weir

that is your life

that will keep on turning.

Pizza in the Park (Written in November 2015)

The ground is wet
from the last onslaught of rain
not really sure
when it will strike again.

We share the bench
sitting three-a-breast
avoiding the pigeons
seems something like a test.

We each hold a small box
with different toppings
as we sit on cold hard wood
among the seagull droppings.

The smell wafts up
amongst the trees
we debate getting more
with twice the amount of cheese.

Wind | An Assignment Piece April 2015

Moulding around the shape of your ears,
over
          under
                        into.
Rustling the leaves in their too tall trees,
rattle
          sway
                      fall.
Brushing your skin like a comforting hand,
it's okay
                you're fine
                                    chin up.
Carrying off your unspoken thoughts,
from your mind
                           through the air
                                                                far away.