Boo

Webby corners
Spider eyes
Telegraph and fang surprise.

Wave function

I am intoxicated by existence.
To have 70 years out of the uncountable billions,
To see the universe so young, is a gift beyond value.
I am suddenly conscious of the atoms that make me up
And the ever-shifting pattern of them that is me.
Like a standing-wave in some hyperdimensional flow
We are here, waiting for that final time the current flicks.

Carpe Diem

Some words came to me today,

But since I didn’t write them down
They’ve gone away.

Stars

I see the stars I’ve missed so much
In a dark sky
From my bedroom window,
While a distant train
Rattles its way across the fens.
This pocketful
Strewn across the black
Has the carried heat
Of a corner fire,
Unclenching my city-banded heart.

Glances

There is a care in glances
That casts out fire from the soul.
It connects two sparks of light
As they fly together through the dark
And says, however deep the night,
However fierce the storm,
If you see me,
You are home.