I’m opting out of the guided walk
Instead to look for the reed beds, on my own
But first I have to find a map
Or instead to ask group leader Steve
Beside the ferns and the flowers
There are thistles and nettles
Several hundred yards yet
To the circular platform, in the reeds
Ripples on the water
Plip-plop sounds
Of fish or frogs leaving
Or entering the water
If you dropped your wedding ring
It would be gone forever
Have experience
Enjoy the details
Absorb the feelings
Link a negative with a positive
Water on the grass
Butterflies in a mating dance
The big river slowly flows
One hour daisy
Two boats in pursuit of ducks
Pigeons in flight above the trees
Geese in skein formation head North
Long journeys
Intrusive noise
Neither sailor nor canoeist
Not known
Past relationship
Flock doesn’t sound right
Lawn mower
The morning begins
With Gary Hume
A catalogue from
The Venice Biennale
Actually a couple
Of hours earlier
I took a shower
And shared Qi-Jong
In the garden
The library I now see
Is deliberately
Delicate
A window
With a blind
And curtains
Wire mesh
Has perhaps
Replaced
The glass
In the cupboard
Doors
How far away
Do you need to be
Before I can
No longer hear you
Is it more
Or less
Than the distance
Of sight
Would either
Stretch
Be your choice
Or mine
The bell has not yet rung
But I’m here anyway
Oh, there it goes
Which means meditation starts
In ten minutes time
The heavy rain
Came on Tuesday afternoon
When Emma rang
And Dave said he can’t be arsed
To find out about Taylor Swift
Tomorrow
Will be a brighter day
With a change of socks
But for now
There has to be shelter
Yes, first thing
In the morning
Before
Anyone else jumps in
Or slips on the soap