melt me

i said

like butter

into you

true belonging

when i woke

i heard her calling

i went down stairs and

she came around me

figs flowers bees a

butterfly and

without waiting for me to

do up even one button hurried

me down the rocky path

flecking me with sunlight

past the place the snake

lies straight belly uppermost

and on, breathless

into the house

of true belonging

clear (abundant)

and the day came

in which

it was clear (devastating)

that every single thing was strung, glued,

held together, built on top of and

buoyed up on a nonsensical sea of absolute





this nun once told me

all finger raised and narrow eye:

if your room is untidy

the Buddha won’t come

it’s not true –

Look ! i’ve got clothes all over the floor

cups on the bedside table

a couple of bottles rolling near the rubbish bin

and who is that standing right in front of the window ?

all red and bright and glorious and

smiling from every single pore of his body ?

my brother

and afterwards

when they asked me what it was i loved the most

i said the wind

my squalling, uncontainable brother

coming out of nowhere

impossible, wild

ripping up the old

sometimes (often) before its sell-by

bucket and spade

we bathed in the total simplicity of absolute nothing

over and over

until our hair was matted with it

our skins saturated

we came in on a last wave – scrambling tumbling

somersaulting triumphant

to pick ourselves up salty and laughing

clambering over each other we got in the car

and went in search of something to eat