Observations
The sun behind mewatching a bird's shadow flyon the wattle bloom
That nascent moustacheincongruent on his facetaught my son to shave
Birdsong is changingas I am awake to hearspring days start early
Dirt under my nailspile of uprooted clovertending the good weeds
As the seasons changewhistling outside my windowa new melody
Icy August winddrills a way through my garmentson clear sunny days
The walls closing intoes numb under the coversanother cold night
Both my youngest kidslistening to Hamiltonmurmuring lyrics
Feels like younger daysshunning sleep to finish workdreaming while awake
His whole face crinklesfolds in a kind of softnessaccommodating me
Caught in the momentwords tumbled out from my mouththeir look hides disgust
My bike was stolenI worked through emotions quickstill I lost a day
Some have forgottenour most humanest birthrightcreativity
Enjoy that momentreflecting on reflectionself-love is still love
Motivation slips among gaps in to-do listsit must be Friday
I met on the roadamong dumped expectationsthe end of the year
For fifty dollarsthe curls that framed his young faceall dropped to the floor
As winter drags onwattle trees begin to bloomsunlight increases
Through empty branchesthen between my flesh and clotheswinter winds blowing
Something haunting mefeeling I should be busydissatisfaction
