On the incoming tide waves are lapping The warmth and happiness of an evening walk On a family holiday. College-bound one night by train Glinting solitary lights are felt as Signals of humanity. The illuminated drab wallpaper of my rented flat late at night Tremors of anticipation and fear of That which lies beyond. Trees and buildings slide and move one across the other and across the landscape and across the sky This play enacted just for me As I walk upon the shores of Nether Stowe Pool, Lichfield. London-bound I stop to follow the Long Walk at Windsor Keeping my eyes upon its culminating Mounted Hero Diverting only for the supposedly essential. Did I really see the eagles that flew up in front of me during my early morning walk and flapped their way to the nearby island and then moved off up the loch? What a wonderful world we live in! What a privilege.
And now, With eyes turned both outwards and inwards What lies at this junction of two worlds Feeling is latent Thoughts no longer all-pervading A wave of relaxation brings warmth and well-being Our kitten is attacking my pen and paper.