Escapology

while I was writing this
my creaking pen echoed
the music randomness makes
the stroke of my keys repeated it
like a drumming in the nerve

Thirlt

Bocht an selt, aye, noo we’re telt
Tae haud oor tongues, tae bide
Tongue-tackit an nae ging gabbin on
Aboot fit’s watter aneth the brig.

The past is but the past, they say,
Yet here’s wis noo, for noo’s the hoor
We feel the heat o ill-set coorseness lour.

Roofs and Walls

[Meeting Minute 1809]

1

It was an easy mistake to make:
Not fixing the ladder to the wall
Because, of all forces of nature,
Gravity is the most elusive.

December

In heartless December,
Snow fell like a fog from heaven,
Full of resignation.

501

every poem
numbered
milestones
on my highway
of words

Fisher

… precipitation within sight

on a dim afternoon, a minister’s sermon comes on like rain.

… cyclonic, becoming westerly, 5 or 6…

in a plain church, people, black on hardwood pews,
heads lowered, for an old sea friend, leaving on a different tide.