June 2020
July 3, 2020 § Leave a comment
1st June
Bittersweet evening.
Selfishness could let me talk
about the bright half
of the moon, shinning
onto my glass of white wine,
in a friend’s garden
and of a harsh hug
on our way to the kitchen.
But the world is still
as dark as ever.
8th June
Late afternoon light
falling sideways through gate doors,
marking lines on walls.
Invisible bars
are the tricky ones to host,
those one gets used to,
being inside, being
outside, mostly just being.
Lines like tears, marked hours,
days, marked centruries.
11th June
Gone the epic May
bloom, bees have gone over to
the tiny flowers.
Tireless they visit
a small balcony flowered
bush. Now their late shift,
as a cool evening
breeze pushes deep lilac clouds
above our back yards.
Time to feel grateful.
12th June
Carnation odour.
Sometimes oblivion and
memory unite
in a common smell.
Funerals and summer nights,
slow movement both ways.
Hard to decide what
to cut the head of a flower
for. Or for the streets,
side by side, in hopes.
14th June
Pouring rain, the drops
woven together into
thick water curtains.
I marvel at my
happiness for every sound,
for every watered
plant, for the washed cars,
for the full garden bird bath.
When this water finds
the sea, we’ll meet.*
*Four
17th June
An open window:
birds give their best to cover
up the city’s noise.
My bedspread, green like
a summer field where I lie
under my mind’s tree
of choices. I enjoy
the wisdom of these last months.
The knowledge I’m here
and nowhere else now.
20th June
Upstream they must swim
and yet reach the sea in time.
Their ways blocked by dead
tree trunks with pink hearts
carved on them and initials
of happy people.
Soon midsummer for
everyone, but some are more
tired than others,
all their days too long.
#BlackLivesMatter
21st June
Partial to summer
the clouds like blankets of warmth
dim the evening light.
The neighbours are still
out in their garden, laughing.
I don’t miss music
when voices play games
with the wind. There’s no language,
only vowels, smooth
liquid consonants.
#SummerSolstice
22nd June
A church bell ringing
10 o’clock, but the blackbird
is not tired yet.
In fact it has just
started. From the roof gable,
it challenges every
rival to a dawn
contest. It pauses surprised
at a car passing,
full volume hip hop.
#Blackbirds
24th June
Amid the mess we’re
in, how outstanding our will
not to believe in
endings. Even when
we imagine a full stop,
a sentence follows.
Telling the story
after the story, a thirst
for more life, a wish
to be everyone.
27th June
A hot night, no sleep
to cool down thoughts and doubts.
Then the light, the birds,
a cup of coffee,
as one must declare defeat.
A win is this dawn,
yellow and rosy,
the earth, a sweet funfair candy.
Fine, I’ll stay awake,
dream of lilac dawns*.
*dusks
29th June
Like half glass of milk
on our bedside table, the
moon too is waiting
for a thirsty soul.
A short glance at her, before
going to bed, just
making sure some things
are as they have ever been.
A reassurance
we do not deserve.
#ClimateChange
29th June
A dull sky, cool wind,
not enough to wipe out this
Monday’s tiredness.
There’s another world
outside my verses, still this
world and entering
now like smoke, like fog,
every single thought, every
escape door. Sometimes
one must bear darkness.
#WorkWorkWork
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