Dandelion Clocks
I hold you
softly
like right answers
like dandelion seeds
like the moment
the sky turns
from black
to deepest blue.
One day
I will blink
and miss
these beams
uncurl my palm,
see an unanswered puzzle,
feel only
the weight of air.
Meniscus
He shows us how liquids
will cling and grow,
gifts us a miracle
for a moment,
then spills
magic,
leaves
only
phy-
sics.
Honeysuckle
A dream becomes the buzz of bees
listing between flowers.
Sunlight writes on the ceiling.
A day of possibilities: new book,
lying in the centre of my sunbeam
till noon, garden till tea.
Creak of a floorboard; they summon me
to tell me, gently, Granny has died.
I rearrange my face.
We stay on the north side of the house
where the sheets are cool and smooth
and smell only of reality.
