Bougainvillea tangles
Scratching
Yet the blood produced is not as bright as the exuberant blooms
That sway overhead in the breeze
Fuchsia plumes
Loaded with the hot scent of summer
Dance and sway on the breeze
Lifting hairs to nape
Bringing cool relief to pin points of sweat
Pearls dripping
Sliding
Nobbling spine
Ache and stretch
Move onto weeding the next garden bed
Damp mud on the knees
In half moons beneath fingernail tips
A dead beetle carried aloft by a funeral procession of ants
He is not mourned
As far as I know
Anymore than the fallen leaves
The plucked weeds
The dead bird who struck the window last week
How fragile are we
As we carry all our feelings
Like hankies in the pockets
Spare change
Dropping none at all
Carrying them on
To the eye
We remain the same
Outwardly human
Inwardly, beneath the skin
Giant receptacles
For useless reverie
My dog plays in the grass nearby
Unaware of my deepening sigh
We put such heavy connotations on days as they pass us by
Things
People
Place
Time
Imbuing ephemeral things with heavy meaning
Yet the bird flies over them all
Without a second thought
Perhaps that’s why they fly
They are so light
How could they not?
*is the situation as it is or as you think it?
Those ten thousand concerns? Are they necessary or can you put them aside just for awhile and be here now just for awhile.
The header picture is a photo I took of Hogan yesterday afternoon – I have had my cameras out again after a long break – I had forgotten how beautiful a good lens/ camera combo could be – time to get snapping again.
Hogan at the top and very bottom is clean Hogan – he took a bit of washing and shampooing after the muddy dip but came out looking like a rockstar (can see him with a leather vest and chains or perhaps a surfer dude – anyway more pointless reverie;)
Here’s another couple – this camera is a Canon 6D with a Carl Zeis Planer T 25mm (think I have that right) it is a manual lens that gives a very special quality to landscape shots, a bit more practice required.
