dead silence
can the sea know
it consoles me?

moon glimpses —
death seems not so far
out of reach

morning mist
words lost where the mind
can’t be found

dead-born child
all time and space
is a morepork

a wind chime
softens
the stacatto

noonday demon
a purr pads across
my chest

sourceless wind
fire licks open
a pine cone

in night visions
a beginning and an end
alphabetised

all over the stain of words

my shadow sinks
under the weight
of my presence