1.
Wake to blue blue sky
birds flying high whirl
on upper air , around
& over like kites.
Sea smooth as ice
Caribbean cocktail
murmur of summer days
English ways.
2.
Tail ends & rough cuts
a pepper sky
sly moon bides time
horizon to nowhere,
love falters on the corner
about turn: drowns herself
in the tidal sweep, from my window
every vista precious
hand painted by the angels.
3
Here I am happy with little:
a handful of roses
an ice cream or two
tea in the garden
& the wild cacophony
of seagulls nesting
shatters my sleep.
Still no sign of
attainment: I lie
back on the breeze
outstretched to steady
myself as it curls in
to carry me
to carry me.