the hanging bag
by the rear window
in there,
a fly
buzzing in irritation,
incomprehension at being unable to get out
wondering what it had done to be
in this predicament
the opaque pale grey
jamming its orientation
the walls in gentle tremor
against the wing
the fish bone,
meat bit just watch
they do nothing to help
four fifty; but maybe high noon too
I chop carrot, apple
get water - my tea
it got out
I went to check
after tea
Trio
25 March 2009
by the rear in the half lit garden with four pm air
two mynahs beat wing and bop on the concrete
one oriental robin magpie, enquiring with a peck or two
by corner tree in agitating motion
a wary running bird poking but the name…
Miniature moon
March 2009
On my right palm the
blister from hoeing is like a miniature moon
I can pick it, or keep it
calm in its ignorance,
in harmony with the earth
but not with me
