by Daniel Stephensen


• A Field of Yellow Flowers

• Superposition: Selected Poems 2010 – 2012



• Read to you by me

With the same sense,
With a sharp, dense pencil,
I traced a lalava pattern
To feel the difficulty of making a line,
Now two, and intersecting them,
Lashing to a way of being human –
With the same sense, as wild animals
We snap after life yet bind to it,
Held in shape while we strike out,
Unsure of our study of seasons,
Of territory – how life forever alters
In its details, yet is unalterable,
Forever sifted and funnelled
Back into a point – and in a moment
Away it starts again, a sense away,
In you, in me, unseen years,
A honey bee, a salt flower.