The Coyote
And once again, I am awakened
Early morning
By her
The coyote sitting upright
Golden rusty Brown
Peering straight into my eyes
I am freshly coming into my day
‘Where are we headed?’ the coyote asks me
I answer by blinking my eyes
open close open close open close
‘Where are we headed?’ the coyote asks me
I sigh, I answer, my eyes
open close open close open close
The coyote nods, thanks me, straightens out her
hind legs, turns around, out the door, and once
more - I follow the little trickster into the sun
The one with all the answers I do not have
A selection of poems, written between 2020 and 2024.
Printed works:
11hands11 - with imagery by Shani Leseman
This is all that life will ever be
The juice of the peeled orange,
fresh, dripping off my fingertips, straight into the
mouth of my leo lover.
Our pancakes, they will get better and better over
decades that our human lives span, more spices,
more love, more warmth.
Murmurations, the dance of the linnets, the crows,
they will mesmerise us into oblivion, the birds,
they shall sing after loss, after pleasure - their
voices a soundtrack to every path we take,
every crossroad we conquer.
My hands, I lower them in every body of water I
meet and always I am welcomed. We are welcome
here, in this paradise, in the garden. The fruit
is plump, we share apples with Eve, our mother.
The fields will always be wide, the body will
always stay pure. We are welcome here, on this
earth, and can you believe it, truly believe it,
that - wow.
This is all that live will ever be.