How quiet it is
How quiet are you
How warm it is
How warm are you
Pare it back
Go deeper
Explore then
Further than ever
I was ok
One to one
I even coped
With one more
How noisy it became
How noisy it was for you
How calm it is
How calm are you
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
How quiet it is
How quiet are you
How warm it is
How warm are you
Pare it back
Go deeper
Explore then
Further than ever
I was ok
One to one
I even coped
With one more
How noisy it became
How noisy it was for you
How calm it is
How calm are you
Into the mist
Those water filled
Droplets of joy
Access to trees
To grass
To sheep
All of this
After the library
Changing the world
Tomorrow
I will shower
I say that
And for certain
It is meant
Right here right now
I talk to I, I talk to you
It is what we do, we do
First person, second or third
Flying as a bird
I sit with I, I sit with you
It’s simply what we choose to do
One person, or two, or three
As leaves on the purperley tree
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
King Crimson I talk to the wind
Perhaps today we might share a conversation
As you warm me up
As you cool me down
As you sway the grasses
At my feet
To and fro, to and fro
What’s that you say
You have come a long way
And you have many miles still to go
Further than I might imagine you think
To places that I have not ever visited
And maybe not even dreamed of
I didn’t come here to talk with you
But that’s how it’s turned out
Have a nice day
The river, most probably
Came to the hillside
And thought it best to turn
The sheep have gone
During that one meditation
When we were told the rains are due
The tree on the horizon
With the silver skyline
Is gifted its own highlight
The sheep haven’t gone
I cannot see them
But I can hear them