Spaghetti

Sharing spaghetti conversation rich tomato juice and olive oil dribbling from our chins red wine releasing us from tight jackets into a real sense of
now.

This was an improvised episode short haul flight through dance, poetry and daring. Tomorrow we will save the universe but first we need to
sleep.

Refuge

I saw those ships
go sailing by…

When the boat drew near
it brought a boy
with long black hair
that caught my eye
and a woman who lost
her first born son
to falling walls
and angry men.

I saw those ships
go sailing by…

I watched the boat
list hard and tip
the little boy
off from the ship
and heard the screams
and smelled the fear
of mothers washed
with salty tears.

If my waves pushed high
my current strong
I would push the listing
boat along
then dip to lift
the drowning boy
and place him on
the sand to dry.

I would land those ships
and drive the trains
and welcome people
when they came
to share the shelter
and daily bread
that is not mine
but ours instead.

And though some say
it is naive
to practice what
our hearts believe
my hand is held
by others who
would reach out arms
of welcome too.

Rainbow

Today, in the town squares of all great cities

around this beautiful globe,

we will, by common consent,  remove divisive flags

hung by history’s tainted shreds of angry pride;

folding them away like old aunty’s table cloths.

.

And see draped instead, from mountain heights,

a more fantastic sight; our real heritage.

Reflective of all earth’s passion and intensity

absorbing in amazement all our pain,

this is our rainbow – and the music of a shared song.