for Titi Robin
by Owen Bullock
a tree flies empty the landscape of stones waves & wobbles settles, and you stir scoop strings and one one one-two one one don’t count, just follow the body says, and it doesn’t belong to you alone but everyone who knows to dance – on a busy back street a voice cuts through, high your lover, on a bicycle hums a smile, one day, all you wanted will clatter across the cobbles this melody grips you by the shoulders friend, take a break sit here, my compadres and I will play music to wonder, to wander to brave unfriendly faces – they don’t want to act that way they need to soften – guitar, oud, cajon will do that here by the table with your tea, listen listen to us
Owen Bullock has published three collections of poetry, five books of haiku and a novella, the most recent being Summer Haiku (2019) and Work & Play (2017). He has a website for his research into poetry and process, at https://poetry-in-process.com/. He is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Canberra.