later

Iv'e found a chair to lose myself

sides are high and the bottom soft

cushions in abundance

closing me in comfort

through times

when all faces seem harsh with pain

so stay hidden and protected

sleeping

there is a beach not far from here

to walk upon and wander

so fine at peace in calm

walk long

without a care or urgent need

no thought or part of thought

is a storm or darkened spirit

I bend and hold this time

a grain of sand so insignificant

yet

so much has rubbed it small

until cast adrift once more

fluttering

then yet again laid

upon this beach

Days and Moments

today a blade of grass to hold between my fingers

vibrant colour

shaped crisp and clean

freshly cut and smelling sweetly

coloured green

a part of life

a piece of life between my fingers

I see a picture on the wall

a moment frozen

thinking when it was

who had that urge to make an image

where is that person now

what did they think while doing

here a piece of wood to form and mould

towards an image

a product of imagination

no reality will cause the shape to change

it will grow and develop

tools move in my hands