Highlight Highs don’t last as the days slip by

I was consuming unwisely


To eat a life that I couldn’t have

But I wanted so bad

I didn’t realise in my search for a highlight high

True meaning doesn’t come in the form of highlights

Only epiphanies

And it can’t be eaten like that hot cross bun

A piece of chocolate

Or an entire dinner

For one

It comes in moments

Where the dogs hum across the paddocks chasing each other

The plate

Slippery and warm as it slips through your fingers

Stack it to dry

Picked flowers from the garden

And watching the storms dance across the horizon

All I needed was home

Not the house surrounding me

But the house where my spirit awaits

Every second

Until I ask

“Will you come play with me?”

And we walk together

Muddy boots and dam swims

Laughing as the dogs join in

And the rain begins again softly




18 thoughts on “Highlight Highs don’t last as the days slip by

  1. Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:
    My Featured Blogger this week is Kate Duff of A Thousand Bits of Paper. Kate is a poet, writer, and published author who lives in Australia. About her writing, she says it’s “a ‘song line’ or ‘dreaming track,’ a path across the land or the sky, according to the aboriginal people of Australia.” Her blog is her song line, her dreaming track “which follows (her) through life.”

    Kate’s song line flows from the lyrical to pragmatic to the abstract. But whatever form it takes, it always speaks to me, always reminds me of my own dreaming track.
    I’m guessing it will do the same for you.

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