Move

watching perfect moments like watching trains blaze by,
dust and noise, the thrill close up
dangerous inertia, beautiful and unstoppable
the saddness of it’s passing beginning long before it’s passed.

hyperopic

myopic

I come home with new eyes,
I see old places with new colours,
and old friends have new faces.
Old dreams have new meanings.
Again and again,
reshaping my vision,
improving or distorting,
it’s hard to say.