days
drawn in
the watering can
upside down
against the
rain
strange
a moment
in darkness
a noise of
small rain.
To hold this
The slow
rise of
the bird in
the instant
before
landing.
from the deer path to my door
here doing what I do best
weeding reading drinking
*
tax bills deadlines work undone
I plan a seat around the sycamore
*
time spent with black parrot queen of the night tulip
bulbs why not working sitting
*
early bus to town for teachings better
follow the drumming woodpecker into the woods
*
woodpecker drumming lapwings
wings lapping all the way
*
the marble hall all suits & security
guards missing the rain in my garden
*
old lady scattering bread for birds
blossom stuck to her shoes all there is
*
daughter gone into the world
sometimes leave her room light on
*
autumn leaves gather in corners
doing nothing most gets done
*
old cooking pot under sky where I wash my hands gardening stir up
little frogs carry them to the pond where geese now argue no
nothing
*
fell over drunk precepts
gone vow gone shin hurts palm hurts instep hurts
*
such a small beetle passes so
easily the written lines I labour over
*
stepping out for a piss I can't let the door
latch click listening to the owl's call
____________________
Gerry Loose
Printed On Water
Shearsman, 2007
