I reach for the sky
Its light
Its heat
Bathe in the glory
Of nature’s bounty
Alive to the moment
I reach for the sky
Its light
Its heat
Bathe in the glory
Of nature’s bounty
Alive to the moment
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
The gentle beat of my heart
A metronome
A clockwork
But the thrum of life
Is not the energy of being
Body working; spirit latent
Now hardened black
In icy shroud
Ironic white
And as it lies there
Like a cat on blanket
Napping in the afternoon sun
Coming through the window
Mother Nature soothes
Its hard, rigid body
With a massage of
Wind, rain and
Savage heat
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
One burns
The other illuminates
One is zealotry
The other is passion
One is hubris
The other is clarity
One is seduction
The other is insight
Two hundred kilometers
Away from
Anywhere
Nothing but gravel, rock
A winding strip of bitumen
And heat
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
Depositing, Depositing, Depositing
On mounds and terraces
The beautiful stuff of Earth
Cools, solidifies, colours