Cease to be myself

Reluctantly I resign

To be someone else

Drip drip drop down dale

Rain drifts in a sideways gale

Hide in a hay bale

In the moon shadow

Trees cast long dark lines above

And reel us inward

Solid lumps of clay

Levered out of the fire pit

A giant jigsaw

I don’t need a cage

I don’t need a lock and chain

Words can keep you safe

Newly stubbled fields

Glow golden as the sun bursts

This year it still hurts

With just a hammer

Everything looks like a nail

Break us to pieces

Up and down we bounce

We’re stars of the trampoline

The daily sunset

Feet beat a tattoo

On busy carnival streets

Filled with noise and heat

Mellow meadow larks

Swoop and glide above the hay

And sing of harvest

Mars arises red

Saturn spins her many rings

Jupiter stands by

Glow my little worm

Screech all night bright wise old owl

Weave you crafty fish

I’m at the bottom

Water pressing down on me

Covered by the sea

Why do we retreat

To these caves made with clay bricks

The world is out there

On our backs we lay

As the long grass became hay

Blue sky turning grey

Hidden in long grass

Round and yellow and furry

We hunt for the ball

Standing in a line

A million golden ears

Waiting for harvest

Distance tugs heart strings

This is just the gap between

Memories and dreams

A mystic haze floats

Above golden waves of grass

Dispersal vectors

A mystical fog

Swirls through the jungle kingdom

A distant songbird