Climb

It’s a balancing act Both motherhood and the stairs. We teeter Tiny fingers wrapped around grime Covered metal bars. You don’t touch those You touch the rail But the rails eludes her, Even on her tippiest toes. Also, the choice: Grime or germs. My hand…

Hour Two – The Deep

Brilliant reflections Sunrise on the soul of the Deep What will protect the sea? The soul of the Deep when all that is left are marine research venues with beautiful architecture “the world’s only submarium” the fliers say The soul of the Deep is surely…