
Pure potential and the trouble with patience
If I were to write a poem about this dayIt would not be autobiographicalI was not hereMy mind elsewhereFloating free from all that bothered meI was the hawk that hoveredA wildflower pluckedThe tree which I leaned against as I ate my lunchI tipped my head backStared at the skyAnd I dreamt in coloursThat sparked rainbows […]