hole and pool

I have been to springs of hot mud,
bubbling. This is not one of those pools,
though when I glanced through my files of images, 
I thought it was.
Photo: Location forgotten

102, 202

I love the lines of these numbers in this font, 
and I have a friend who chose his name
for the way the lines of those six letters
move with each other. 
Yesterday, we sang for the 202nd time.
Photo: Door, Wairarapa, New Zealand

sing one, all

Tonight, I will sing, we will sing, 
and all will be whole. The moon too.
Just as the curved white lines on this door 
say: 'ruyi' which means 'as you wish'. 
Photo: Door, Taipei

your very flesh

And your very flesh
shall be a great poem.
Photo: Cabbage tree, New Zealand
Text by Walt Whitman

rest

Rest, my dear friends. 
Be restful.
Photo: Mesh at a garden centre, New Zealand

among

Here we are, 
among friends.
Photo: Attic library, New Pacific Studio

3.8

Today is International Women's Day, and here is the back of a man's head - the turban probably washed by a woman, or girl.
Photo: Shepherd, India

here

X marks the spot.
That's where I am.
Kissing everything I love.
Photo: Sky over Hong Kong

p(l)ace

I have landed
in another 
place, pace.
Photo: Map of Masterton, New Zealand

two, too

Today, flying from New Zealand
to Hong Kong, I am going 
from one home to another.
Photo: Painted on street, Napier, New Zealand

looking at Earth

I will travel tomorrow,
and look at Earth through
my little airline window.
Still amazed with the world.
Photo: Pool, location forgotten

before the fall

These apples will fall
all by themselves.
Photo: In H's garden, Carterton, New Zealand

the verse in universe

Today we were together with poem, 
story and illumination, centered.
Photo: Storefront window, Masterton, 
Wairarapa, New Zealand

seeing a tree

I see antlers 
and Chinese characters.
Photo: Tree, New Zealand