1. Three things I am grateful for: a) my breath b) cheap pens c) indifference 2. how he felt i did not know until his recollections of our first meeting unspooled like a film with so much texture and soft nuance 3. In a small trunk I keep a multitude of things: a broken compass, […]

I like being lost That is where I make music Wilderness heals souls

On the park bench is an absorbed reader He is bespectacled and lean, with a long floppy fringe The book is open on his lap, his eyes glide from side to side as he reads His back is lightly straight, lips vicariously curled into a soft smile

so the little sparrow had come indoors hopping on the kitchen table near my weekend paper and tea then out again through the window into the open horizon of this one world that you and i are a part — a thought bringing you closer to me and made magic in my heart

in Mistiness to make out the dawn in Eyelets to recognise purpose in Distance to gain perspective in Industry to seek an idle moment in Tumult to discover wisdom in Apathy to question and probe in Truculence to remember (self-)kindness in Inertia to create in Observation to be grateful in Non-observance to surrender

There is a gap in my poem: I am grieving a missing word Like an empty chair