The Edge of the World

Exploring ants forage a living
In their concrete poolside world.
There and back in a single day
Takes them to a finite edge:
An edge they never question.

Birds do not only sing in captivity;
They create on the wing. High above,
The owl sees one in a million ants
Take a chance, suddenly inspired,
To fall off the edge of the world.

She's no Friday's Child you know

The Bard is so delicious,
And munchkins so nutritious,
I think it's most auspicious
That we should meet today.

You really must excuse me,
I continually use thee
To make sure I do not lose me
On such a rainy day.

You really are a dear, dear,
For one consumed by fear here,
When there's not a single peer near
To guide you on your way.

Don't squeeze me with your mangle,
I won't dilly now or dangle,
I'm not too new fangle
No! For the way we play.

Kissing David Bowie

An exploration of soul

With its life map,

Its musical key.

All is soft:

Our hearts and vision,

Our hands and voices;

Lips that long without possession,

Only a beat, a joint rhythm:

"How luc-ky am I"

"How luc-ky am I".

There is no mountain,

No test of endurance:

Our belief, relief and humour are the same.

We are beginners,

Walking arm in arm,

In a gentle dream of love.