A for Blog

From shy to show
from blank to blink
from space to place
born suddenly
one new person
to this planet:
hello Elsie Grace!
23 July 2003

We won the World
Champs. Me.
Us. We did it
by watching our team
on TV.

More than a myth
the colossal squid
burst through the surface

Slippery size
global eyes
illusions, elusions, invasions

All Blacks 56
Springboks 16

After the diagnosis
the sky goes brighter…
not murky or darker
but bluer and whiter
and lighter,
and you love
every atom
with all your might.

Ultrasound photo
of a baby’s face
floats across your eyes
like lace.

In my father’s blog
are many mansions

A blog is content
in a room full of cells

A blog is ever empty
and willing to be filled

A blog is not lost
and may never be found

A blog is a coat
of many pockets,
a continent
of join the dots,
a magic painting
wanting only water.

Big words like
“amanuensis”
amuse a few
and bother many.

Plain words
in plain rows –
let’s never
be clever
again.

In the bed
of a bloke,
ipso facto
in love.
No joke.

No matter how you muscle-train
your cells are jelly, and recall
ding dong ding dong belly.

Mysterious wise words
not.

More of a parking spot
for starter poems
before they get mobile

and subject to intermidden
edidding.

My Dad breathed big
in the brown paper bag
of his body.

His worn out eyes
sprang open. There!
His wife Celia
and maybe Jesus Christ.

I could see he saw.
With a sigh he died
happy.