The ovens of light

Photo by Dan Fraser

There are no flames burning

in the dusty hearth 

a different kind of heat

rises and falls in the breath of time

old fuel consumed

eyes are climbing

in the hidden hills of love

a different kind of love

that rises stronger

baked in the ovens of light

Keep my fire engine clean

Photo by Adrienne Fraser

I try to keep my fire engine clean

you never know 

what your needs will be

words seldom raise 

more than smoke

but the journey can pass 

through dry leaves 

and broken bushes

I try to keep big tanks 

of water ready

and my fire engines clean

Golden cup

Photo by Dan Fraser

The sky cracked open

and a hand reached out

with a golden cup of tea

I drank the tea

but it wasn’t the kind

that brought the answer

to a simple question

of geography

and mathematics

how many times

and in what direction

is the leaky boat drifting

in the phantom wind

Personal night

Photo by Dan Fraser

Is this some kind of art

throwing the colour of words

at the canvas of my dreams

seeking the doorway to morning

gradually they coalesce 

into clouds full of questions

blown across the skies

of my personal night

The yellow to the green

Photo by Dan Fraser

Photo by Dan Fraser

I didn’t bring the yellow

to the green

I didn’t paint the portraits

on the leaves

I didn’t know that water

turns to music over time

the ancient cedar trees

are listening

but they didn’t bring the yellow

to the green

Home to myself

Photo by Dan Fraser

I have surrendered

to the love of oceans

and their warm embrace

I have looked the moon

in the eye

rising in green mountains

and the colour blue

I have been broken 

into wholeness

at the cold wet end

of rocky trails

and come home to myself

The chair of night

Photo by Dan Fraser

A single grey cloud

in a very dark sky

I must be awake

although the sun cannot find me

pinned to the chair of night

what my eyes can see

is long and thin

and points to a moment 

in my hand

I try to release the hunger

in the fingers of my heart

but it is locked here with me

in the chair of night

Special delivery

Photo by Dan Fraser

Special delivery

the package says

you do not remember ordering it

but it is in your hands

is it what you dreamed of

so many times

so long ago

your hands are trembling

you do not want to open it

you think you know what it is

what will you do

it’s in your hands

Living in the puzzle

Photo by Dan Fraser

Whatever it is you lost can go

you’re still here

if you can’t answer the question

that’s okay

you’re still here

there is always a reason

for gratitude

you’re still here

we’re still here

what was the question