in that moment
as also
in this moment
in that place
as also
in this place
on the journey
as also
among the journey
in this midst
as also
in that midst
with that love
as also
with this love
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
in that moment
as also
in this moment
in that place
as also
in this place
on the journey
as also
among the journey
in this midst
as also
in that midst
with that love
as also
with this love
on the mountain ridge
full on fear
to the one side
a tricky climbing manoeuvre
onto the bridge
at the other
running
through streets and highways
knowing the place
and the person
but not the purpose
washing it through
with a few
extra minutes
of hope
of love
sat in the contentment
of shared awareness
together as we step out
onto the playing fields
of all of our summers
where grasses are blown
to create the call of love
where responses echo
sound after sound
knowing that love
is there to be found
in the cool contemplative
freedom air of our morning
on the finnish lakeside
or the north sea coast
in the summer sunshine
friends and family toast
where sand sifts through fingers
as cool water soothes the brows
it is the presence of awareness
which continuously and joyfully allows
through recognition
and familiarity
i as i you as you we as we
welcome the world
to our curious meeting
where the ice-cream lollipops
are served to us at a price
by clients and friends alike