Upon gazing through a window
I saw my life reflected in the glass
Dubious I started drawing
with my finger
Before the image ’d pass.

Drawing lines
combining places, points in time
- Stained spots I encountered
erasable though
couldn’t make them rhyme.

Mapping
Matching people, days, events
Colours bright blue, black and brown
but none so beauteous as thy frown
Fixed upon my psyche howe’er
one trace, one route, one line
Dewdrops sliding down

Softly I whisper’d to a
dayfly buzzing by:
“Lonely wingèd being,
say, can you see - right there -
That red, red thread so full of glee
that’s connecting My Love and me?”