Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dromineer weekend 7 August, last write

Still August noon

In the stillness,
surrounded by friends
I sit, in the moment.

White sail boats.
glide quilted fields,
dark forests fringe
sloping meadows.
The harbour rests,
Circles on the water
ripple around me.
Their gentle lapping
on algae rocks
speaks to me.

I feel their caress,
held by the ripples.
My life flashes before me.
The nettles nod in agreement.
I smile knowingly.

It’s safe to be me.

7 August 2011 ©

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