177 Miracles; no, I didn't know the cat's arse was significant either..




161
As the ground thaws
Wreathed fragments of
Mist materialises
In the dips of slopes

162
In the hospital bed
Prioritising continues
A list of things to live for
A list of names

163
Out of all the morphine
Phantasmagoria, the most fantastic
Thoughts from the future
Are recovery and love

164
Mist multiplies in substantial slabs
Bounces back headlights makes
The air turn thickly white
The edges of the road are gone

165
Road-kill slouched
At the verge, skin rolling with
Revolting gorging chomping
Revelling maggots

166
Foam-white wave tops fling inland
Into visibility, joyous and dramatic
Just for the love of it
Spattering froth across tide-lines

167
A squirt of light alerts the fish
Barely enough to reflect their silver
Sided hustling for food
In the wave-churned kelp

168
Seaweed bumps with fish
Faint glint of silver and
Electric pulses make
A shark’s clock tick

169
Beautifully designed beast
Shoulders from the depths
Instinct signals time for
Breakfast

170
No-one has ever heard
The cat fart, even at her
Most relaxed, draped around her
Wicker basket, chin up, eyes shut

171
The edges of things
Lighten first; wispy outline
Of clouds above mist
In a pre-emptive sky

172
Regular places my dreams like
To visit include a mountain
Cave above a lake
A boat is moored waiting

173
Odd memories my dreams
Will ponder include unusual
Road-kill; a pregnant wild boar
Her unborn young scattered nearby

174
Mesmerised by the oddity, we
Went back to look at the corpse
Vultures came, the maggots
Did not have time to hatch

175
Death comes back and back
Repeat visits, in dreams, at the
Verges of roads, it is trying
To lead me somewhere

176
And in this hour before the dawn
I see into the darkness and I see
The balance, the interplay
The stillness as we spin through space

177
And as I dream I love and learn
My intuition rolls like flotsam
My soul can travel and my veracity
Holds firmer than the cat’s arse

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