Fresh night air breezes

Between tiny chinks and cracks

In old canvas seams

Where am I going?

What does it matter if I

Enjoy the journey

Little giggle snorts

Escape from her clenched milk teeth

Uncontrollable

Everything around

Changes and grows and moves on

And I’m still waiting

The soft evening air

Resonates with tired voices

In harmonic strain

Paddling upstream

This river that gives new life

Drags us out to sea

As the evening sun

Sinks behind the hawthorn hedge

Fall into shadow

Lying in long grass

Climbing up to the tree tops

Any place to hide

Hazy humid heat

Fervently consuming yet

Inescapable

Leafy green shadows

Shimmer on summer sunshades

Wilting into gold

Resting these clipped wings

A stubborn cage of control

I built for myself

City coloured shapes

Squeezing into tubes and squares

People everywhere

Turbulent ocean

Waves draw and drag me apart

Pulmonary vein

One drop of water

Falling into a still pool

Must create ripples

Rivers of water

Steady in salty torrents

Run down lonely cheeks

Cobweb labyrinths

Surround each step of the path

Stumble in again

Pinpricks in black silk

Shrouding summer nights like fog

Darkness cover me

Dark storm clouds rising

Viscous grey and smokey white

From concrete towers

From sweet meadow grass

Among fresh green bracken fronds

Concrete towers rise

Our silver sister

Silences the softer stars

She still stands supreme

Between dark storm clouds

A glimmering chink of sun

Like a reminder

The water cycles

Seedlings sprout from dust and ash

Rivers always flow

Rivers slip away

Clouds disappear in the rain

Every fire dies