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.