Hardly A Ripple - On The Pond

In this aloneness

There are no leaders to follow

No instructions to misunderstand

I can go my own way

Even if I stumble

And yes, sometimes fall

The moorhen

Plunges half of her body

Headfirst, into the black water

 

Stabilisation - Reclamation

I could be anywhere

But happen to be here

Trying my best to fall over

Listen to the waves

Listen to the wind

Listen to the curlew or plover

Taking a photograph

Of reeds and grasses

Flattened by the flood-waters

 

Slide - Ending In Calm

The rains have been

The sea has been

The salt flats are soddened

The ground slips

Beneath my fanciful trainers

I do a kind of arthritic splits

The style stays with me

One more accident

In a lifetime full of calamities

 

Before The Voice - Simply The Stature

I will have this moment

Nothing can take that away

And so it is also with zillions

Of previous memories

But this particular time

Of decision and indecision

Needs to find its own secure place

On the see-saw of life

That is why I mention

The Victoria Sponge

And the cup of Americano coffee

As I look out over marsh and sea

I thought it was my friend the farmer

With a walkie-talkie

Looking for the Red Kite

But I could have been mistaken

 

Departures - And Connections

I was searching

I found love

I am leaving

It is a dull day

The hedge tops have been trimmed

Although further south they haven’t

There are blue skies

At this point of the compass

The sea sparkles to move me

I am searching

I found love

I am leaving