In this gap

Where all seems – for now exhausted

After days of seeking there is an empty pause

With a cheap Shiraz

I reach in and pull an unexpected verse from the keyboard

No sense of direction

No conscious pointedness to express

Just the joy to fly through my fingers and know

That what I mean

Is close

April

The stars have yet to fall

Blossoms are coming

At home with my sleeping post-bone content dog

All is well