souvenance

to walk out of sleep
tired and helpless

to bow to a tree

towering before the balcony

sunday morning

foothills alive with

bird songs

human sounds

sun burns the shrubs
as it passes over
rough country

as you age

you become home
to distances

nowhere

nestles in your hand

no one
blooms in your eyes

mandrem, 20 december 2015

rising

yesterday
she had a name
blue moon
they called her

tonight
she is nameless
but close

she sheds her blue
for the ocean's dark
where the dead dream
of grasslands high
and times
irrevocable

pale
that face emerging
behind the durian tree
could be my own

ubud, october 2015