Dad

On the phone
His sepia smile
The timbre of his voice

In the sunshine of forgetfulness
I look for nature’s colourful cursive footnotes
Stash my pocket with wildflowers
A flower for each moment I miss you
Together we smile and sky write into the cosmos
You live beyond us
Into eternity

I trace a poem into my heart.

My Faltering Quill

Tapping into my cosmic heart 
I shake the stars from the constellations
A blues breeze wraps starry
Gypsy notes
Scatter the Milky Way
Cereus blooms fuse scents of a jazz manouche
The moon cleaves the ether


I write a poem in the dying light
My quill falters...