Lockdown Dreams

Heat is rising all around me
Remembrance of this morning’s chill
Only in the wayward breeze

Humid air is saturated
With the aura of wild flowers
Spiked with omnipresent elders

Marsh Valerian bravely stretch
Their pastel heads
Above the sea of green

Metallic-blue damselflies
Perform their phytodance
The choreography remains a mystery

My steps are slowing down
Clothes clinging to my body
As if I just emerged from the sea

I sigh-revelling in my daydream
Of cristal clear water
So cold I can only swim for minutes

Today would have been a day
To spend by the sea

No Adventure Time

I want to be on top of a mountain
I want to drift on the ocean
I want to dig naked toes in sand
I want to slide down a slope on my bum

I want to jump into the ice-cold sea
without my steamer
I want to camp wild
hot coffee without creamer

I want to fight my way uphill
I want rain in my face and wind in my hair
I want to cycle through overgrown woods
I want to race downhill on my bike
I want to smell pine resin
I want to smell petrichor

I want to hear the silences
The silence of the ocean
The silence of the forest
The silence of bare feet on grass
The silence of the wind

I want to breathe in freedom


Of Being

Just being
Fluid time
Fluid space

The days bleed into one another
Full to the brim
As ever

Owl hoots seep through open windows
A happy little churn
My stomach

Be present
In time
In space

Everything is tuned into one song
The rhythm of life
A metronome

The sun warm on my skin
Wind in my hair
My breath

Be grateful
For time
For space

To be continued ... what do you think so far? 

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