When I consider, in the Sistine light,
The hand of Adam and the hand of God,
Their fingers meeting in the gift of Life,
I see the vital spark from left to right
Ignite and spring. So much for Genesis.
In Man’s own image, God’s persona grows
And languid Adam life on God bestows.
November 1990
Sul’s yellow waters
were stirred by wind and time
As we lingered there.
Up Jacob’s Ladder
Isolated angels climb.
We fallen angels
Look up with sadness, minds and
Feet earthbound, yet holding hands.
In Bath, a long time ago!
Orion Shivers
Orion shivers in the winter night
But keeps his lonely vigil. I watch too
And wait for morning and the healing light.
20 February 1992
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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