Inside I sit, desk piled high with papers, I don’t want to read, don’t want to see, don’t want at all. I stare solemnly, watch slate skies dissolve. Like Newtons cradle the rain falls in rhythm. Soft ball bearings knocking at the door. I welcome the distraction. Watch the rain run, making decisions, changing it’s course. How I wish I could change this. Change what happened. Change us.
Sun rise on a black and white day
Brightness lifted, contrast sharpened
Sifting through shades of grey
A gradient without colour
Sun glistens. Ripples wriggle. Silt dances in the stream. Clear water no more. Mud moves, water flows. Yet still we swim.
Beating in, out. Stomach rising. To that thud, that drum. Vibrating. Moving. Breaking. Beaming. You.
Away from here. From the daily grey. Give me the blue of the ocean, golden sands, bright white spray. Give me air to breathe.
brick by brick
brick by brick
cold dust remains.
Inside our homes
we live together
sampling every now
a taste we do not
We said we’d drink Sailor Jerry. A bottle to share you and I. We’d drink until dark. Get soaked on spiced rum. Dance in the bar. Cares set aside.
We’d forget all that came. All that we knew. Forget about morning, that inevitable grind. Set sail on the night seas. An adventure we’d have. A story to tell.
Yet we didn’t drink, we didn’t dance. Day came and it was just the same. Jerry’s still waiting. I’m still waiting. Bottle in hand.
A story to tell.
Uncomfortable yet comforting. I sit in the tree. The willow branches falling. A shield from the world. Soon I’ll go. Jump down. Return. To the day to day; work, school, life. For now I lie upon the rough bark. Close my eyes. No disruption. No surprises. My choice. My time.