Hope/ Birthday Wishes

As it’s my birthday, I thought I’d be a little off-centre and, well, send out some hope.

Best wishes, every one.

A Little Bit of Summer

Priesting the shore….

Sumer is a-comin in
loudly sing Cuckoo!
Sumer is a-comin in
but it is not yet due.

Sumer of th’ spirit is long overdue
quietly sigh Alas!
‘As long as the heart be right,’ he said
it may yet come to pass.

NIGHT OF NO MOON

Every time you turned the street turned with you:
the languages, distractions, sales, and somewhere
a street band. You turned and the current flowed
around you, through you; kept moving. The window display
was there for you. Streets of bodies eddying, surged.

You still felt their tug in a doorway. Turned, and
lifted away; it fell from you. You rose
quickly and above it all; shop lights far below.
Rose past cornices, pigeon spikes, to colder air;
the smells of fast food, music, muting.

A sudden panic; the city lights indistinguishable –
you were rising faster, ‘How will I breathe?’
Higher, higher to break through to sudden
openness, emptiness,
and strung there
were huge chains of lives, channelled
across darkness — people connected, singly,
as far as sight was possible.

A policemen next to you, his difficult face;
the barrista who snubbed you, the shop assistant
who had seemed distant,  all there together,
connecting.  And listening revealed
high tones, metallic, different timbres. The planets,
ringing in the openness.

Linked lines of lives stretched from planet
to planet and the sun’s radiance. All connected,
attuned  to a vast, opening sense
of awareness, completion.