stars
perhaps the palm of my hand
must always turn into the back of my hand
just like that
perhaps life
must always be taken apart and put back together again
just to see how it really works
once I climbed on a roof
but it was no good
the world beneath me was a dribble of time
above… the plough trembled
stars flitted
and all at once the truth whizzed past me
too quick to catch
Andrew McCallum lives and works in the South of Scotland.
The Universe After One Cup of Tea
When we’re walking to school in the morning
they ask me about the stars.
Lively as larks, they’re bursting for learning
when we’re walking to school in the morning.
Behind my fingers I’m quietly yawning
as I rustle in my brain for how bigs and how fars,
when we’re walking to school in the morning.
They ask me about the stars.
Ailsa Holland is a poet and translator. She makes the photo-poems blog ailsaandlisa with Lisa Williams, photographer (http://ailsaandlisa.wordpress.com).