waiting

sand-writing wishes

and waiting for the sea

to accept them

dear

I keep missing the letters

you’ve never sent

just in case you come tonight

I’ll leave my heart

alight

loneliness

an unknown hair

woven into my blanket

her footprint

on his footprint

will they ever meet?

childishly naїve
I expect you to come
after each new-born poem

love letters
still without address

my child not yet begotten

smiling breathing astounding

romantically freckled

a boy a girl or twins

I have served coffee

yours is still cooling

an empty vase

lily-of-the-valley fragrance

slips in through the window

curious about the world

I blow up a rubber globe

waiting

only the tea steams

patiently

acute senses

weary of waiting

a never coming call

midnight

nestling against my pillow

disillusioned

fresh bamboo sprigs

in the compost pile

someone’s lost hope

you came and with a smile

you put a question mark

over my further sufferings

you still remember

how to sow spring in my heart 

on st. patrick’s day