I love this weather,
sunshine, then heavy rain,
then sunshine again,
glistening on all
the wet surfaces.
It makes me aware
of all the energy out there,
changing and moving
without our direction.
It feels alive.
I am blessed with sun.
I am blessed with rain.
Anything is possible.
You can smell autumn
in the air,
the background spice
of browning leaves,
as evocative
as a childhood photo,
as comforting
as toast.
I have warm slippers
to slip my feet in
as I pad to the dark kitchen.
There is a slice of lemon
in my glug of sparkling water.
The house hums its night song
around me.
The pleasure of little things
is big as a mountain.
I am not chained to shore
but floating free on your surface,
tethered by your tide,
the sun licking my face,
the salt buoying me up
with the swell of your laughter.
I am a gull
hanging on your thermals,
high as a kite.
I am dissolving in you today
and will go which way
your wind blows.
I am clean with you,
stripped to bone and soul,
dripping with your delight.
You are so full
I might burst.
Lick me earthbound,
snuggle me soft as a puppy
asleep on your milk.
Each morning
I’m going to put on
my inner wellies
so I can splosh and slop
through all the floods and mud
life sends me
instead of tiptoeing round the edge
or getting stuck in the muck.