Walking again
with the fresh morning
air on my face
and the stillness
like a frozen moment
of time that stops
life so I can think.

Feet move with their
own will upon this dark path,
and in the moonlight a
family of black swans play,
splashing and moving at
this edge of the bay,
and I think how lucky
they are to own this
place and own
nothing at all.

So I walk with nowhere to
go but only to return to
the nest that shelters my head
where breakfast shall be
made in the warm comfort
of the inner first light.

But I will go back and
walk again like a bird
migrating and
finding its natural way
back home.

I will walk again in the
darkness while others
lie dreaming in their beds,
and suspend the urgency
of the master time
and find the soothing shadows
before the movement of day.

 

14/6/2023