Early Each Day

Early each day
Life comes knocking
On my window
Breathlessly chanting
Can I come In?
Can I come in?

Somewhere between sleep
And waking realisation
I turn over and curl up
whispering
Not yet
Not yet

When the alarms are spent
And the snoozes are done
I stretch my legs and arms
My back and neck
say what the heck
Come on in
Life, come on in

Icon Writing

In the icon writing world
there is no recession
no politics
no bad news
just peace and pigments
lines and lights
soup and sandwiches
feathering
blending
building
learning
with gentle encouragement
from the master Mihai

Aisling

Long dark hair
streaming down
her straight back
with eyes alive and joyful
pierced cartilage and tattoos
go unnoticed
with graceful stride
she enters the room
and fills it
with her light

The Moment

The man walks slowly
the long length of him bent slightly
towards the little girl
her school bag slung over his shoulder
She, her hand in his
walks by his side
excitedly chatting
while he nods and smiles
They walk gently
as if afraid
to break the moment