Insidious

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Insidious

I was walking along a couple of roads,
one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide …
one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak …
I followed a breath like a hunter.

There were distractions,
high like eagles,
busy like bees,
imaginations
like sugar,
addictions,
paradise,
a sweet-shop shining
scent of fish
nectar,
pollen,
ice.

I was walking along a couple of roads
when the earth gave birth to twins,
and twins to twins
I followed a breath like a hunted fox.

Scared

Scared

I’m scared of the octopus that lives in the sea
There’s a shark out there on a wave you can’t see
How do you know there isn’t a whale?

It’s too deep to float
That salt’s too old
I’ve read you can drown in a bath.

I’m afraid of tsunamis
Remember Santorini
She was meant to be safe.

Jellyfish sting and they’re Portuguese
I must be alergic, I’ll die of shock
It’s time to run for my life.

 

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Portugal 2017

 

In Myrtleville one Sunday morning 

 



In Myrtleville one Sunday morning

Two men in green galoshes plodded thru blinding mud and glistening puddles as friesians foraged for food in a field by the sea.

Electrical wire carried current to discourage the herd from wandering.

The men got there and one changed the boundaries so the cows could eat tufts of grass.

Who doesn’t trundle through dung & slurry on a track to better pasture ?

Who doesn’t push towards others who scrabble for scarce supplies to keep them going until the weather turns and growth resumes.?

Who doesn’t hope for someone to move goalposts and let you stock up for the next bit of the journey from birth to dust?

It’s worth watching mud, cattle and men in sunlight – anytime.