moved (5 Feb 2011)

I am standing
reasonably still
there’s music and it makes
me swirl within

it’s that time
in the dance
when tiredness can’t sit
and the night is holding

the push and pull
I am standing, open
terribly so
it’s all happening

the unmoving and moving
a buffeted tree would know what I mean
a tree on the outcrop of this hill
may still want to know

what it’s like to stare out my eyes
to change direction
to move my foot, like he could replant
a root on his

command.
We both jolt in surprise.

stones (5 Feb 2011)

The stones moved into my eyes
I stared and stared
until I stared back at myself
a mixture of hazel and confusion
iris darkly rimmed
like a winter moon
pupil darkly large
learning

I stared and stared
into a night’s harbour
folded with hills
and one lamp sprang forth
outing all the shadows, one lamp
darkness could not claim
an iris shining

what gleamed around my face
what golden light circled me
what radiance filled me
my form super-imposed
light sculpting light
my mirage taking form
into the tricks of night