Poem Category: Miscellaneous

seaside jog
I follow the shapes
the dawn runs to

awake! drowning!
the pool of moonlight
through our bedroom pane

ancient caves
the bats sweep out to
their sounds of the night

winds turning autumn
in the rushes of litter
my daughter and I

jogging
on the long way home
a carpet of leaves

timber cabin
only the far far snow
making me write

open window
my clarinet’s solo
out to Saturday night

a shower shared
she smiles at the parts
as I name them

sea breeze window
between me my R.E.M
and the tides of sleep

changing the sheets
the bedroom sunlight
stirred with our skins