A Poem: A Sky Blue

The human heart is a deep deep well. Or a sky blue until we’ve fallen in, and then its indigo until its black, and everything then is done by feel. The human heart is a wide wide expanse. Of desert, and wildernesses and wild flowers springing where we’ve not tread. And of vistas, such that … More A Poem: A Sky Blue

A Poem: A Field

I bring with me a field. I don’t like expectations, uncertainties. The new year is a precipice. Tasks ahead I cannot face, promises I’ve made. I am a field mouse, scurrying through the long grass to its home. With haste I might avoid detection. But in all the fretful rushing, what fear is it that … More A Poem: A Field