True to Age: 2012

A newborn baby smiles

Angels must be around.

“Some nights stay up till dawn as the

moon sometimes does for the sun.

Be a full bucket, pulled up the dark

way of a well then lifted out into light.

Something opens our wings, something makes

boredom and hurt disappear.

Someone fills the cup in front of us, we taste

only sacredness.”

Breezy drizzle

and tea

It’s a-slowing

a-savouring idleness.

“Without the sour taste of an unripe persimmon who can know the beauty of its matured flavour?”

Thought remains thought

Uncoiled, unshaped,

What’s this that

floats and fleets?

True to Age