Cobalt

It pleases me
I’m not sure why
It’s the blue
I think
The cobalt

It’s what drew me
What pleased
My mind’s eye
Said, “There’s something there”
Click
Click
Click

Sunshine Sunrise

I rise from slumber
From darkness
Dawn light trickles in

Time enough
My phone says
For the walk

It was a dawn
Eerie and alien
That fell like the dusk
Of a never-ending night

The difference
Between a boundary
And a frontier
Is a trick of the mind

I love to drive
On the back roads
Between rural towns
Where people raise a hand
Above the steering wheel

A neighbourly wave
To an oncoming car
For no other reason
Than to be friendly
To a stranger passing by

Sometimes I think
It would be nice
To have a many-headed serpent
Guarding my front door
Barring the riff-raff and chaff

I plunked myself down
On the well-travelled way
Which served me so well
For many a day

I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate

Eventually
Every wall falls
Or is breached
Or otherwise defeated

Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent

Night fell
On the last ride
At the end of the trail
On those uprooted
Murdered
Stripped of identity

An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was

I am a being of the night
My energy rises when
Illuminated
By moonlight
And starshine