Somehow the hours drifted by
Beneath the sound of the pool being filled by trickling water
The feel of the mower chewing grass as it arced underneath in circles
A mind left to wander and dwell in places longer than usual
The warmth of autumn sunshine shining down my back
Cobwebs untangled
Decks swept
And sitting in the dark with the full moon above
And a fire pit glowing and sparkling warmth on my face
Another Easter passed us by
While I stood aside from all that raced
And felt my tank slowly fill again
I pegged clothes on the line
And patted my dogs
And walked barefoot in cold damp grass
The days galloped onwards rejoining the calendar after a four day pit stop
And I wonder is this what happens to all those years?
They just disappear
Smothered under the ordinary hours that we are never fully here for
Always rushing ahead,
Instead, planning for the next
And the next
Leaping out of this minute before it is even fully formed
Living out of our dream tossed heads
Instead of spread eagled on the lawn
Watching the clouds play hide and seek with the sun
We are buried in our phones
And cannot remember a time, when our hands held nothing
And our heads were free to roam
The Easter that was, and an older post:
