10 o’clock squint

the sun breaks through

ahh january 

the old songs

i drift back to my childhood

and beyond 

poet’s hermitage

pilgrims looking for clues

are clueless 

pebble faces

people i have never met

on this storm beach

pebbles with faces

upon a storm beach rolling 

in conversation 

excoriating 

the sea reclaims the fossils

pebbles become sand

on a mountain top

the night beneath the moon

enshrined

restless owl

why do you ask how how

now you know how

this mist this shroud

upon the wind’s last sigh

slips the mountainside 

in the sea’s requiem

whispered in the roaring surf

a mind can drown 

the words

as slippery as an eel

plop

dawn

pouring slowly -

now what

dawn

slowly colouring up

to the north wind

dawn

bare trees cracking up

the sky’s altar

dreaming 
i was dreaming 
in a dream

microbiome 

their teeny weeny bubbles

form a giant’s fart