This alone 
is robust 
it’s abundant 
and spacious 
it’s space 
not confined 
but confident 
more of
me most
this alone 
is quiet 
it’s prosperous 
and proper 
it’s mannered
not rude 
but polite 
all around 
me now 

Morning starts
then stops
starts again 
and stops
a cold
engine cranking 
warm water 
splash teeth 
shiny and 
grounds ducking
and diving 
and swirling 
like snowflakes 
finally settling 
into one 
quiet cuppa 

The writing of poetry 
is like sweating profusely 
on the hottest day
of the whole year 
but only dripping the 
tiniest of bead down 
the most inconvenient place 

You can separate 
the yellow from
the white but
you can never 
put back the 
egg into shell 
anymore than you 
can put love 
back into person 
once it’s free 
but you can 
separate the good 
from the bad 

Your heart 
is a
sheet in
summer a
blanket in
fall and 
a warm 
downy pillow 
in winter