That jade tree exploded into life over summer.
Cascading gloss green discs,
no lichen covered stick
torn from an ancient plant, as I closed up my mother’s house.
“Grow again,” I whispered. “There’s sun. Reach…”
She heard me.
The daily joy of more life,
tumbling gently from a concrete pot.
Dave lives in Sydney, Australia and works across various creative disciplines. Connect at @davidnormanbonney.
There is a cloud today.
Hangs shimmer silver
above the corner of the convent roof.
Says to me
Look up
Feel the hearts beating.
Tomorrow is Christmas
And the women who every morning hang their white robes out to dry
Will give food away in the lane behind my house.
Dave lives in Sydney, Australia and works across various creative disciplines.
Belly pressed against the warm sand.
Through half closed eyes, the golden hairs on my forearm bend like grass in the breeze.
The foamy ocean edge reaches up,
falls back,
tugging the sun burned memory of you out to sea.
We all swam here that day we got the call.
Dave lives in Sydney, Australia and works across various creative disciplines. Follow at instagram.com/davidnormanbonney