line breaks

I awoke unable to remember
how or why we write poems

or make these line breaks

alerting us to another way
of reading and seeing

now I remember

rainwater collecting in buckets
shone like something holy

[first posted 17 Jan 2015]

farm buildings 

the track led to outhouses
farm buildings

agricultural structures in
concrete and steel

pens and silos

a corrugated shelter dripping
with rain

and silent uncomprehending

I might have left it there
but followed the track further

until I came upon earthworks

put there to block my way

and still further I went

past the churches
and temples
and men shouting the resurrection

until I came to a tree
pale and slender
that wept from its side

and had no leaves upon it
but only thorns
that would not let me near

and I stood for a while
in contemplation

before heading back
to the farm buildings

and saw that those I had taken for cattle
were in fact people

and I joined them

and many were weeping