kyoka

the hotel plays
'My Generation'
over breakfast
a couple round about my age
complain about the noise

Focus

"...we began seeing one another..." he said, and I thought of people going about their daily routine, exchanging a brief smile with a shop assistant, half noticing passers-by in the street, glancing at work colleagues on the way to their desks, all in a blur of humanity. And then one day something shifts, eye contact is made, and someone comes into clearer focus.

approaching autumn
in this morning's post a note
from the optician

rising over
an empty nest
half-moon

second-hand buddha - £500

haiku journal -
using it to rescue
a bee

someone has found
what they're looking for -
bee in the lavender

Learning not to swim

I'm all at sea but that's ok
it's not that I am not at home
it's good to swim then turn and float
between the water and the air
and feel the surface like a skin.

If I should dream of hot, dry land
it's not that I would wish to walk
or run or dance but only
lap against the shore and feel
it's marvellous, alien permanence.

keep on swinging
from hope to hope
it's a circus
but hey,
you're still flying