this is how


this is how to let go
stretch your fingers out
open your hand
move it away from the object

let the air
pass between your fingers
then it is done
you are now different
move it away
from the now different object

no longer know
those left behind
they no longer know you
don't even know yourself
let go of that part
let the air
pass between your fingers

this is how to let go
stretch your fingers out
open your hand



small constellations


your pairs of eyes they shine
like small constellations
those thousand inner suns
remind me to take breath
I don't see you enough
most days I am left wondering
with fractions to work out
the actions of our day

I keep thinking of loss
the absence of minutia
that make up every whole
that slips beyond our hold
dare I be reassured
to pick up where we left off
or will there be a leap
to find ourselves again

I'm anxious of my need
to fill your forming psyches
to be a father realized
And not a dark myth fantasized
I don't see you enough
then i'm flooded by fatigue
exhausted by your dual
attention and attention

your voices talking in poems
the epic and the haiku
with tears and exultation
you remind to take breath
your pairs of eyes they shine
like small constellations
those thousand inner suns
remind me to draw breath

I don't see you enough
most days I am left wondering
with fractions to work outt

the actions of our day



membrane


out on a broken footpath
a rent in the membrane of
the day would emerge for me to disappear through

I see it from time to time
I know it knows I am watching
looking as i do through
my front door

I heard neighbour say
to his wife that he was going
for a walk up the road
to buy the paper

I saw my neighbour walk
into that tear right there
I never saw him again
he escaped



ithaca is


I simply ran out of excuses
for being afraid
of what hadn't happened yet
the net of what had
kept me immobile
so I took to denial
to keep postponing grief

ithaca is separated by choice
living among the stars of fornax

I simply could not stop asking why
even though I had my answer
of why am I still
here in this foreign place
when I knew that my home
belonged in the future

ithaca is separated by choice
Lliving among the stars of pyxis

I avoid looking back
for it does not exist
there's a peace in the patience of
the end of the long walk out
but I don't walk along
I have my newer self
that keeps me in tune
with the abundance of now

I forged him myself
from paper and dirt
he's living among
the streets of australis