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.