Catherine Woodbury twins


Delicate, yes.

Weak, no –

veins that bleed

for the world to see

hold volumes, streams,

encompass galaxies

and implode with atoms,

redefine strength

by tracing survival

by heart

in colours too true

to be seen

unless by naked eyes.



Most hide from their


but not you.


flaunt your fragility,

exulting in your transitory bloom.

You have but 24 hours

to live and breathe and have your being.

Why bother?

But your smile is so wide it cracks your cheeks

and your giddy capers in the garden

are legendary.

So I will stop

and stare

and inhale your fragrant charm

and marvel at your courage

before I return to my own