2x

It's so hot, 
we might 
see double.
Photo: Doorway, Napier

all is well

There's something 
about being in a cafe 
that lightens,
brightens. 
Photo: Napier windows, New Zealand

evening streams

Early evening, and swimming 
in the river. Nothing like the lightness,
the silkiness of being 
underwater, as if we ourselves 
are streams.
Photo: Morning tree, Napier, New Zealand

Hello Paul

Reminds me of Paul Klee.
Photo: Late night containers, Tai Hang, Hong Kong

both

I want to enclose and be enclosed.
Photo: A room in New Pacific Studio, 
near Masterton, New Zealand

sometimes I prefer distance

I love the ocean for its space, but 
sometimes I prefer to be a distance 
from the sound, the pound, of the waves.
Photo: I's shadow, The Pacific, Napier, New Zealand

man and sea

As soon as 
we arrived, 
he walked 
to the sea, alone.
Photo: C and the Pacific, Napier, New Zealand

this is not

This is not a pine cone,
and not beaks trying to speak
or receive regurgitated food.
Photo: A cone in the garden , New Zealand

north

The ubiquitous fence, hill, wire, sky.
Scenery to the north of our home.
Photo: North of the town Palmerston North, New Zealand

head, radiating

Today a hot day, 
especially for the head.
Photo: Flowers I don't know the name of, New Zealand

very day

Today, a holiday. Time
to be silly. Very.
Photo: Portrait with software

a poem to give

Wait until this moody weather 
is over / That’s all that matters...
Photo: Lotus in car, at a festival, Hong Kong. For P.K. 
Text: From "A poem to give to a bitter melon," by Leung Ping Kwan (1949-2013)

string and towels, touching

Don't know why I love 
string and rope. I hold  them 
at hardware shops, and sometimes 
collect them. Towels too. 
I touch what I love.
Photo: String for the garden, Carterton, New Zealand

one two flow

Today, five writers will be together
here in my home, seeing
how our written 
words flow.
Photo: Horse jumps, New Zealand