Be. Here. Now.

Heaven is present In this very moment; No toothache, no backache No crippling debt, No hunger, no pistols, No immanent threat. I can stand; I can see; Death is far off as yet. Could there be any more? I for one woudn't bet. . .

Season’s Greetings

Chaotic winds - both East and West - And sea salt from the South Had carved out from the limbs of trees Two sockets and a mouth. Summer hides them perfectly beneath her endless green It's now alone - when North winds blow - The Monster can be seen. The first year I was frozen …

Vista

A cool but friendly breeze sun climing over the clouds above the houses and the trees - and I am Bruno Ganz waking up in coulour, Peter Falk rubbing his hands together, and the life is worth the ransom of mortality - sensation more miraculous than heavenly imaginings. . .

After Lunch – At Home

View from the sofa [the satisfied slouch perspective] the table now at eye level is so much more than those photos in food magazines - Low mountain ranges of unrefolded napkins, cutlery askew - the divergent degrees of ruby in the cut glass goblets Scattered archipelegos of conviviality perfect randomness unpredetermined genuine reflection of shared …

Essences

We used to spend summers at the shore and ever since the sounds of gulls - their silly raucus rackets - spells out childhood delights and makes me smile. Sometimes here in my seaside town they wake me up at night and in the darkness my utter insignificance overwhelms me: I'm not even an ant …

April Awaits

As   days   grow   longer            thin shards                              of eternity     fleck clean stones on the walkway Nice to be able to slow to a walk again               …