You cοme to me
A couple of breaths away
I can hear them
In my mouth
Gasping your arrival
‘You exorcize God
With the smell of love’ you say
Filling me with your whispering
Emptying me into galaxies
Of floating glories

We are still far
From the stone the poet brought us
To measure the earth
Rolling it

*

How can I recite you
A poem
Made from ashes?
I wrote it with my finger
Surfing on their soft silence
They fell from the sky
Perhaps it was the afternoon light burning
Or human skin and bones
How can the poet tell?
I curved my palm to give a place
To their dark tiny crystals
Words magically appeared
Little ashmemories

*

You are
The morning secret
My night failed to decipher
Is it too late for another night?
Too late for the late comer that I am?
I will bring you ashmemories
And the fear that harnessed my name
From your lips

*“Ash poems”, re.press, Melbourne 2025.