Before the rains

Punishing 11am
heat; labourers fix sewer
Before rains arrive


Evening Midnight Morning Eternity

Evening. Tea and a
tide of tales from your past wash
up on my quiet shores.

Midnight. Tassels of
dreams hang from the sable ceiling;

Morning. Tea, relic
of last night’s dream – day begins
with measured sweetness.

Along eternal shores.
Your moods peel like ocean’s skin –
the bliss of déjà vu.