A man lays his hand on a woman. He sees through
her eyes the golden-breasted songbird. The woman looks
on the man and she thinks he will die. They wash, comb
and perfume their hair; together they put on their clothes.
Side by side they slip out from under sheltering trees;
behind them a gate clicks shut. Where a river goes after it
falls from a ledge into a cavern the man and woman can
only guess, but in time they might see everything there is
to see. A winged beetle whirs away as human thoughts
slide under its carapace.

Image credit:Faith Goble

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.