Because I love you so,

watched by the guyswho lounge outside the house oppositeas it opens for its illegal evening business,looking at me as if I’m expressingsome unnamed insult by my presenceon their turfI wonder if they are as awed as Ithat as the evening light from the westglows radiant, boundless, just as the sun disappears,then slowly pales to dusk,the…

reading the first line of your haiku

‘Supervisor’; ‘IT operative’; ‘Catering’;in the corridors, those who chatteredseemed to have been taught broad vowels;I swear they spoke pentameters iambic.Down the corridor of this carefully designed space,even an in-house cinema; today, I note, it’s playingthe film of Borges’s ‘Libraries of Babel’and an old Marx Brothers comedy.The building is light and airy, beside itthe river flows…

it barely ranks as ‘poetry’ –if it moves a would-be poetmore than many a poem…?Here’s the story: Dr Jill Bolte Taylor,who became a neuro-scientist becauseher beloved brother was schizophrenic…had an exceptional opportunity for researchwhen one morning a golf-ball-sized haemorrhagein her left brain, gave her a stroke, whichshe was able to observe as it happened…becoming herself…

honour yourself. Be yourself.When you honour yourselfyou honour the whole created world.Live just this day in your glorious self.Remember it for the rest of your lifeas the day the world rested in itself,the day we were all at rest in peace,the day the world was a happy placeand you were glad to be that peace;the…

these words – matter-of-fact, authoritative –spoke in my inner ear.had it been a fleeting image orthe painful ending of some dream – likestruggling to catch the last trainwhich all the time receded –it would have been dismissed;but the writer’s mind seizes on such things:this line, an Alexandrine or hexameter:what scene had come beforethis ultimate pronouncement?was…