catching the garden in prime number beauty
of eighty three percent bright magnetism
the matt green of papaya and bamboo
the gloss of the yellow flower
the green and purple of the unknown one
a young squirrel came to bounce
through three centimetre grass, then
up a young papaya tree, until spotting its mate
a wary bird ran away in half flapping terror
a mynah flew past, flecks of colour in the air
a cicak zipping by window water plant
completing the prime image
hazy afternoon
1 April 2009
hear time go on and on, tick, tock
chattering bird or two near
whishing of ironing water there
creaking of light wooden chair
tapping of computer key here
banging of steaming fish wok
waiting to eat, two fifteen
rucking hunger hitting
me
ah, amah;
with fish, green leaf, stem crunch
I take water in a cut-price gift mug
no wonder the birds here go ‘cheap, cheap’
