The puzzled angel of perfection

Photo by Dan Fraser


The puzzled angel of perfection

posed with impatience

on the transparent floor of reality

and blasted me full in the face

with a universe of truth and beauty

knowing I must respond

with all the love that could explode

through cracked eyes of impossible yearning


I’ve been carrying a trunk

full of anchors

balanced on my head

I can feel them shifting

coming loose one by one

but if I let them go

if I lose them

will I float off untethered in space

how will I navigate

among a million stars

a million miles away

The bus ride

I thought I was in a transit system

so I bought a ticket

but I never left the bus

I kept hoping

the next stop would be different

would be better

but at every stop

the same world was waiting

now I’m looking for the bus to peace


I listen to my friend

tell me a story

he has told me several times before

it’s one of his favourite stories

he listens to me listening

then I tell him the story

I told him last time

it’s one of my favourite stories

I listen to him listening

we have other stories

friendship can be like this

or we can sit in silence