I pour my thoughts into a lamp’s light,
and I sense I am heard. I speak as a father,
reciting all the usual warnings and legends,
but this isn’t what brings me to life:

the world cracks my bones and burns my mouth;
then I feel the puff of a sparrow’s wings like a kiss
and the world lifts me toward happiness—
misery is a thorn the world thrusts aside.

Image credit:Paola Chaaya

I was born in a cottage hospital beside a brook. In school my teachers said I never paid enough attention and should be more outgoing. After school I worked as a garderner, then a decorater, I've been a shop assitant and hung curtains and blinds for a living. I now work as a clearner in a well known fast food resturant. Oh, and I read and write poetry, because it feels worthwhile.