Sunday 17 March 2024

No Day a-Dawning




It might be a library.


Might.


There are books there, you CAN borrow them and I have one to return.


One that I borrowed from someone who borrowed one from here, and which I feel incumbent to return.


I show it to the woman at the gate who is asking for I.D.


She tells me to put it on the ‘internet table’.


I cross a courtyard, trees and plants grow in abundance and I am in a park.


A stately home.


A forgotten corner of a half-remembered city that has never existed.


Except in a dream.


It might be a library.


Yet, you can buy shark poison here.


And rope.


And cobwebs it seems.


They have a lot of cobwebs.


A friend greets me enthusiastically, he is leaving by plane in the morning and I owe him money.


We walk together. I am looking for books; he is hoping for cash.


There are a lot of wools, cottons, knitting needles and a room with walls that are so high the sunlight only reaches the upper parts.


This is where the rope is displayed.


In one corner there are photographs covered in a thick layer of dust that make it impossible to see the image.


One is of me.


So I get up.


It’s 4:30 am.


Again.


No new day a-dawning.


Just the night.

 


Monday 11 March 2024

Spring




This is my season, this is me.


I am female.

I am vixen.

I am the first breath.

I am Life.

I am here.

I am.


The light bouncing on the water, the wave breaking on the sparkling sand. Sometimes with a whisper, always with a pounding roar.


The nightingale that sings in the night, the full moon that lights the way.

The river cascading down the rocky mountain, the falls that plunge joyously into the deep.


The deep deep mystery.

Always, ever, forward, restless.

Impatient.

Is.


I cannot wait, I cannot linger.

The first light the breaks.

When you are sleeping, snoring in the dark.

I am alive.

I am the dreams that keep you company.

Never there when you wake.

I’m already rising.

Greeting the day.

The glorious day.

The light.

See it blaze, follow the path across the sky.

I am the sun, the source, the guide.


Trust me.

I am yours.

The desire that fuels your every wish.

The energy that surges through you.

The tingle of excitement when the rain falls, when the wind touches your cheek.

The kiss of a stranger.

A hand touching another the first time.

Never letting go.

Even when it has.


The close embrace of an old friend.

Eyes catching eyes across an empty room, where flowers start to grow.

The buds on a branch, the the fish that rise in the stream.

The smell of the cut grass, the ground coffee, the ocean breeze.

The pine needles under foot in the forest.

Home when it is far.

But also the unknown.


The blue of midday, the yellow of first dandelions, the orange of ripening fruit.

The juice that burst upon your lips as you greedily taste them..

Will be.

Now and forever.

World without end.

Amen.