a boat on the sand

hauled ashore barnacle clad

scraping and singing

light touch on my arm

a hand seeking fingertips

a heart skips a beat

reading and writing

about love, where words evoke

the feeling itself

a chance encounter

a supermarket carpark

diminishing odds

talking to a friend

grinding along every day

uncertain future

the full moon rising

rosy faced from sun’s last kiss

a curtain of clouds

desire burning hot

sleep slips into wakefulness

dreams sliding away

mindful prisoner

future recedes into past

five steps wall to wall

dark side of the moon

a prism fracturing light

wistful memories

bravely watching me

a seed clasped in tiny hands

a sweet little mouse