the last day of three

liquidscapes

a quiet corner in the garden

blackbird nestled like a duck on grass – soaking in sunshine

birdsong, flies spinning in dappled beams

water and light

the cosmos

is here

as am I

processing my thoughts

they float through my mind

this writing is not the thing

but merely the reflection

deep below the surface things are stirring

what has been seen

been heard

been felt

will take weeks to assimilate

to saturate my work

soothe my aching brain

sink in