daybreak

cold crisp morning breaks

gulls gawk their early crying

sad in Autumn sky

personality

Cracked ice,

included amber,

irritation in the oyster,

the splendorous itch.

The last unwrapping

of pass the parcel

and the smile

when it’s all over.

I am

perfectly flawed.

I wonder

I wonder if the distance holds

the wonders of its promise,

if the crawl toward its hiding place

can draw me to its maw.

Or if bruised and bloody-kneed I find

within its hidden grace

a troubled soul

and in disguise a yesterday.

Tomorrow holds no favour

no miracle to change the past

while earth binds me to its bosom

I wait for heaven’s grasp.

For heaven has no walking frames

within its open arms

and praising lips will open

where now they are stuck fast.