Simple happenings,
a flowering and a fading.
With luck, I will see this
again tomorrow.
A life fixed in stillness –
piercing a summer sky.

Sun and west coast
together.
An image across
a tiled sky.
Calling for kindness,
and fresh lines within.

On my island,
bees emerge –
crossing long fields.
Cicadas, sprouting –
talking and living life
as medicant monks.

Then, when all my
thoughts are exhausted.
I sit in the fields,
drinking tea with the old boys.
Life moves on……

Now, a magpie’s
slow curve –
day after day.
And stillness
on the pond.

Let death be,
reaching a new place.
Calm – moonlit
and empty, finally falling.
The first evening, again.