We left the
dappled shade of the wood,
Midges hung
in the sunspots in fragmented clouds.
We climbed
the grey limestone wall
And entered
the meadow, the long grass
Browning
now to a dull gold. Buttercups
Echoed
fading dreams.
A pheasant
ran clacking;
Jackdaws wheeled
overhead, bickering and calling.
We sat in
the long grass and breathed.
No speech,
words were redundant now.
We were on
an island, an island of noises,
Hums and
clicks, a faint breeze through the grass
Nodding the
seed heads.
This was
wilderness and we slowly
Morphed
with nature, listening, feeling, made
Aware of
who we were and our place in the pattern.
It was a
space where thoughts could be heard.
A sacred
spot of fleeting time
To come to
terms with the future,
To remember
past times, but most of all
To live in
the now, to paint the picture
In your
mind and treasure random moments.
