I want to be two-tongued again

To go back to the time when I slipped
from one language to another with ease,

You retreat back to your bedroom,
your headset cooler than any
sunlight . . .

only now  is it apparent     how
dishonouring a body is a crime

At Aber Falls

he felt nothing
water sheeted
past grottoes
snakes of tributary
lazed along

I notice her because she doesn’t have a dog
in an afternoon of dog-walkers

the goddess of the library
extends in cloth-bound curves
along a lettered shelf

There were hundreds of them, all in period costume,
each generation explained who they were,
queued like at a wedding reception to greet us.

Venus passed over the south node of the Moon today

She offered up her linen bag to me, said
pick a shell my lady and I’ll tell your fortune