The water holds me,
Weightless, I move with the swell,
Embracing the cold.
The water holds me,
Weightless, I move with the swell,
Embracing the cold.
Look at the shadows.
See how they bend in the light,
Emphasising shape.
Hear the world whisper.
Soft sounds drift between our lives,
Forging connections.
Breathe in life’s sharp scent.
Detect its bold undertones,
Building memories.
Touch the cracked terrain.
Push its teeth into your skin,
Fading to numbness.
Taste the cool water.
Savour the imperfections
Which make it unique.
How far must I go
Before I know it’s too far
And I can’t return?
So far that your voice
No longer reaches my ear
For all your shouting?
So far that your face
Is invisible to me
For all its brightness?
So far that your life
Ceases to have a meaning
That I understand?
How far can I go
Without severing the thread
That joins me to you?
Are unearthed through our efforts,
We value them more.
Blow, winds of reaping,
Carrying the time away.
Leave no signs behind.
Sing, songs of searching,
Hurrying to break of day.
What hope will you find?
Run, rivers flowing,
Wandering. No means to stay.
No mere rocks can bind.
Here, at the ending.
Wondering which words to say.
Choosing the wrong kind.
With nothing to lose
The spider dives for freedom
Like a kite. Soaring.
In the long, damp grass,
But longing for the river
The frog sits. Waiting.
On a proud, tall rose
The butterfly lands, briefly.
Then it leaves. Flitting.
On the broken fence
In the deep down damp, the shade.
Woodlice sit. Hiding.
Like another world
That’s there when you look closely.
Supernatural.