seeing rainbows in oil spattered water
mesmerised by moss on which she treads
spying snails amongst organic matter
poisonous, she eschews them all
T hank you so very much for
A nother shiny sparking toy which
I am not ever going to touch
N ot even if it gives me joy.
T hat which always comes from you
E ndangers me through and through.
D ying is not what I want to do.
Forever thirty eight years before
whistling was our mutual code
birdbath washing was my signal
yours, binoculars at the door.
Janus-like, we have two sides:
expecting, undelivering; wanting, ungiving.
skewed balance coats leather hide,
encasing hopes for life worth living.
when a paradigm shifts
the known is wiped clean
with what we don’t know.
all reset to zero