Street scene (May 15)

In unison they commence
this daily waltz, slowly
lured in by some silent magnet
to this well-trod dance.

What physics can explain this
daybreak convergence,
exponential congregation of
flapping legs and masked faces:

eyes forward, never turning
once to see beyond their spheres,
lonely atoms blind to their
bonds drawn only onwards

as if once locked in this
steel capsule, only for one moment
they might turn off the world,
shelter within internal monologue

before sun-muted, at once day is
rewinding? Magician-quick it
folds away, replaces its pieces
in position for tomorrow’s encore.

Early Light (April 3)

Write before the dawn:

Slumber-lidded conversations under
Mist-dashed skies;

Bus-paused travelers align in
Momentary installations;

Come the day’s adrenaline revolt:
Life rushes in
Right before the dawn


If anyone actually ends up reading these, I should probably start adding some explanation. I write these, or parts of them, when I have a spare moment (I have to snatch moments when I find them, usually in early mornings or late nights).
What I post is never the first version. Each piece has gone through a series of changes. I add, delete, cut, rephrase, edit, rewrite, discover new ideas, listen to the words and think about what I’m saying. As for the lost words, some of them will never be recovered (they flitter through my mind and disappear), while others I keep in a book. Sometimes I will return to them later for inspiration.
But enough info for now!