An ocean of sound waves in whelming rhythm;
A lounge-room full of inviting chairs;
The lightness of a dumbbell,
The weight of a wafer;
A lullaby,
A symphony;
The distance from inside to
The furthest place away from day;
A tower of the smallest seeds;
A firm and delicate soft thing;
A consuming embrace,
A father’s stern distance;
The slap of a Judas Kiss,
The faithful arms of a brother;
An autocrat denying needs,
A brazen stranger yelling things;
A gift of clouds
From one who loves;
The stillness of a knowing friend.
The open bed of quiet grief.
The Consolations of Writing 