shadow on the wall, no 31

the light is subtle,
grey becoming white light,
becoming soft edged
then
ebbing from sight

water boatman, no 30

a clockwork swimmer,
rowing backwards,
skimming the surface,
with feather weight paddles

old friend, no 29

We
are familar,
even intimate,
not spoken,
no saying,
just is.

after the rain, no 28

lustrous,
pavement
perfume
purified
under
foot

no one in, no 27

white sheet,
empty,
no words,
lack of...

pow wow, no 26,

first night,
sitting out,
round the fire,
clothes smoky,
talk,
no direction
needed

no 25,

Journeys are for sleeping,
half way time,
never never time,
journeys are for sleeping.

no 24,

house martins
nesting,
turning tricks,
circus celebrities

sleep, no 23

slept through,
not a sound,
oblivious,
just floating
in nowhere
land

cat, no 22

bold, fearless,
it's yellow eye-ring
blazing,
its alarm call
is no cry wolf

surface, no 21

plants that lay on the surface,
no roots under the blanket,
they freewheel, skate with abandon

distant, no 20,

Today
I was
out of sorts.
Lost.
Their voices
in the distance.

tree, no 19

A Walnut branch has fallen,
its lieing with its arms
extended,
too late to ask for help

chefery, no 18

Green and fresh,
nothing else needed.
It brushes up just fine
without the least
bit of chefery!

here? no 17

I am here,
here is home,
home,
am I here?

a bottle top, no 16

Looking for insignificant objects, collecting the overlooked,
the abandoned,
the needy,
the lost.

what do i smell of, no 15

He said he has the
expensive one,
he said he was told he
smelt of flowers.
I have the cheap version
what do I smell of?

connected, no 14

Yesterday
we had 
a connection,
a cup of tea,
reading the paper.

Idle chat
crisp clean
bedsheets
and the smell
of life

cloud, no 13

I want
a net
long
enough
to trap
a
cloud
and
let
it go
on its way
somewhere else

pond, no 12

I have a pond,
you are all welcome,
come and try it out,
it needs visitors

chacker chacker, no 11

Latin name Pica Pica
dropping in without notice,
always out for a free meal,
the wheeler dealer of the
bird kingdom

kaleidoscope, no 10

lift, carry, saw,
cut, slice, dig,

reveal a

variegated

kaleidoscope

of light

i, no 9

This thing i live in
that i in-body
consists today of:
an old feather boa,
5ft 4 ins of fishing wire,
dowels, small nails,
fake eyes and eyelashes,
all put together with
a knife, hammer,
glue gun, scissors,
and
a piece of hard plastic

sea asparagus, no 8

salty, green shoots
sandy flats
and
tidal creeks,
calling 
towards the sea

road kill, no 7

dead,
debris at the road edge,
abandoned; hit or miss today

on the wing, no 6

early
evening
acrobats,
arial
exhibitionists

dead, no 5

dead,
innards
fastened
but
floating.
repellant
but
invites
me
in

space, no 4

guest,
trying to be
open
generous
be in an
I like you
and want you
here
mood
yet
I want
my
space
back

small scale sorrows, no 3

overpowered by news,
today.
I will live
in a
miniature world,
where sorrows
are
pocket sized

damson tree, no 2

red bullets falling
from the sky,
sweet and sour
and
easily
bruised

catch, no 1

I received a
present
a
bewildered thing
hardly
out the nest
composing
its first
shrieking
crying
call