To Margaret on a Monday - by
I saw you from my window, Margaret.
/ I was watching the seagulls swooping the sky.
/ The seagulls, I was telling myself, know
/ today…
observation
Dividing Line - by
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
1964 - by
Under the gritted lid of winter
/ each ice-puddle’s broken plate
/ cracked to a star. The morning
/ assembling itself into black and white, the…
when the light shifts - by
when a breeze blows / through grasses or branches / light touches the harp…
The Eye - by
Across the bay, they’re building a house
/ with a glass wall, panes all the way up
/
/ into the gable, windows that wrap
/ around…
Haiku - by
SUMMER-TIME…
/ Living is easy:
/ wide-horned shaggy cows, rust-red,
/ waist-deep in thick sedge.
/
/ DIPPER.
/ white tux, black dj,
/ takes the ripples of applause,
/ all the stones a…
Bung Kriel (The Lake Where the Cranes Mate) - by
for Ginny Duncan
/
/ The paddy fields stretch beyond the horizon.
/ Where water glitters, palm trees dance.
/ Where egrets and herons flap after fish,
/ water…
Ever Northwards - by
A few more looks over
/ my breeze-polished shoulders
/ and I shall be home.
/
/ The spilled-over
/ window deepens with every gaze.
/ On the island
/ which incessantly…
A Song for My Father - by
Against the yam-vine quiet of the garden / a nightingale stirred with my father: the lift / and fall of…
For Bet Gaitherin Strawberries - by
The rain was sliverin on the windae pane
/ when you gaed oot tae pick strawberries,
/ reid pockit moons, for the denner…
Thwok! - by
up loops a lob with a teasing temerity
leaps in the air in defiance of gravity
puts it away with a savage severity
coupled with suavity
North of Berwick - by
Slowly the sea is parted from the sky:
/ The light surprises, crinkling on the water.
/ The white sun hardens; cliffs solidify.
/ A long…