How will it find me? And when? Will it find me in nature? I hope so. Striking me gently, so I fall into the grass, lying prone in the shade of some enormous hill that I have just climbed. I hope they never find me. I will just melt, becoming part of a mountain somewhere. […]
Life isn't niceKindGentle all the timeIt isn't fairSweetThe perfect daily treat eitherWe tumble into itAnd it throws us aroundWe live on cautionCover shaky groundWhilst walking on eggshellsPeople die in the nightBy the road On perfectly ordinary afternoonsWhen the most you had on your mindWas laundryPerhaps reading a bookSuddenly your shook by news sent by a […]
Who are we when we are not there? This question I wondered the other day I was in between worlds My tyres were being changed Car out of action So I was sitting on a park bench eating breakfast waiting to be on my way I was neither travelling Yet Nor at home But I […]
