time multiplied in all its forms

brings the sea

to its endless conclusion

Sitting still under a thought

a glimmer of being

alights

Achingly, 

attending to our ends and beginnings

I retire my bench.

My Mum has passed away

Laura Street

1923 - 2014

On the hillside 

the scent of flowers

making meaning for myself

gratitude arises

At low tide

the habits of the sands 

continue

tapping out the time

ably at ease

he wonders if the revolution will come

Distracted by a beam of light

the crowd walk on

needlessly