Strange Sundays

There were many things I should have done today ...
I did none of them.
But did do other things.

'I can no more make myself happen than I can beat my heart' (Barry Stevens)

A peculiar
disorientation of
The Self - on the m.O o v-e.

Like a half-filled fish
tank on a rollercoaster
- with fish - going 'Whoosh'!'


A fly with tracery wings
Settles on the back of my resting hand
Does he sense my blue coursing veins?
Does he know he rests on
Deltaic plains
That have flowed down from
All the regions of my life?

At that moment
What can we know of eachother
Other than we are here,
In this spot of time.
His wings lift, and,
Invisibly, imperceptibly
One moment becomes the next.