FRAGMENTS OF POETRY

Snatching fragments of poetry

from my unpoetic life.

Reading the story my soul is writing

and not understanding a word.

Caught between the book and the road,

between the art and the lie;

caught like a Monk returning from  

a night on the town.

Feeding myself morsels of profundity

from the almanac of minds

and tasting wisdom in small

take-away meals. 

                                                                 FREEDOM

                                                The freedom we were afraid to lose,

                                                now a burden encumbered by choice

                                                 and the realisation that we are going

                                                              nowhere but here.