I don’t think
about you much
I don’t think
about air either,
but I need it to breathe.
I count the creases on these
pages. I count the names.
I peel them and tape them together,
I bury them beneath
solid waves, watch the ripples
envelope them, circle above them.
I am floating, floating
from my body, floating above
the crippled tendrils of
I count the birds…
In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reached an awful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.
One day (to make the matter worse),
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I’m fairly certain that
if you look at
me too closely, I will break into
too many pieces.
It’ll be enough for
you to count – my existence is
not remarkable enough
to warrant infinity – but
the number will
be high enough so that you
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They said he wandered very far
Very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day,
One magic day he passed my way
While we spoke of many things
Fools and Kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.