Cracks in the pavement
Look like rivers approaching
the shapes and forms wandering,
sanctifies the road.
Cherry trees branches,
A wide canopy of leaves,
Blossom blows away
held still and made eternal,
Catches at my throat.
What a marvellous day yesterday was for us here in London. The sunlight was powerful,the sky blue and on the trees and shrubs I imagined I could almost see leaves turning red and gold.By the lake a huge flock of pigeons rose from the trees and circled in precise and moving geometry whilst simultaneously many sea gulls which had been floating on the windblown water arose and formed concentric whirling music in the sky. We stood still on the grass in the deep silence, absorbing the colours,shapes and murmurings.Just a normal day in the country park but I am sure of one thing:
Sometimes writing makes me breathe differently. I can see the silence settle around me, Like a prayer shawl. i accept it gratefully. There’s a thin feeling to the day As if the sun might have tried harder to come through But it had a blue feeling And the clouds were greedy, Wanting too much to melt And shed their moisture. Some perfume please,I think it was £27.99 Yes,I like that one even more than jasmine oil. Pour it down over London Like a blessing. A black woman laughed and patted my arm, You’re so funny,she cried. And I smiled coyly As if someone hidden was taking my photograph. Sometimes life’s too sweet And needs a little pepper. The chair creaks as I lean forward Trying to see everything at once As if it all happened now,not yesterday. I like dreaming.
Gently dancing in the sun
With no thoughts,they have no cares;
Yet their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.
So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours...
And of us nothing shall endure.As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so