Summertime...

A skein of glorious June weather here in Peterborough. This entire week has been a succession of sunny, summer days, not too hot and good for sleeping in the evenings. I'm building a roofed patio behind a house in Heritage park. The sky glows blue between the rafters. Robins bob nearby and I have visitations from a mushy, slobbering Rottweiler. She waits for me in the morning, loves me up, then, reassured that I'm at my post, returns to Mikey, her master. A literary agent, Sam Hiyate of the Rights Factory, has said he will have a look at Waking Up Gilligan. The niggling feeling that this could to something and the inbox vigil continue...

we were married before we met

we were married before we met

we were married before we met

how could I forget

such a simple fact

glowing in every cell

of my body?

we were married before we met

how foolish now to regret

all those years at sea

on seperate tethered rafts

bamboo logs creaking

and the setting sun

bleeding hazy reflections.

we were married before we met

before water learned to be wet

before God nudged the cauldron

of this universe off our kitchen table

before that before and all befores before it

are we.

Blogging from the ipad

This is an attempt at a blog post with the new ipad. Marvelous device but it seems one has to go html to get any kind of input happening in the posting section.
Well, I suppose that is cool as it remained on the screen when I switched back to compose mode.