Author: Giggleklutz

That tempest beaten place
where water meets the land.
Winds blow unceasingly.

Words fight to be heard here.
Motion is hampered by terrain and the gale.
Ever in motion
Ever the same.

The bone embracing roar
The Earth’s unsubtle reminder
That she IS water and so much bigger than you.

You are just a puny creature of the land
Your experience not a witness to Her true majesty.
Your thoughts, your words, hunger
Are a footprint in the sand

Nature is not solid it’s fluid
Both above the surface and below
Flowing, going, churning
Longer than anyone can know.

Looking forward to the weekend of the soul
This time and place of ease
Where the off duty sign hangs swinging on the the garden gate

Where time ceases to matter in the few places it still exists
Like spring, or budding or first frost
Anchored into the spiral of time
Yet flexible in it’s specificity
Here but an unpinnable now

Animal time
Soul time
Lost in the space between
The individual and society
Focus is peace found in
Unfocusing

The clouds roll and the hands move
Each to rhythms beholden to no one
But themselves
Their patterns and workings create
The weather and the structure of what is to come

The solitude is essential
The safety of space

The crowded loud echoing
Hustle bustle never ending chaos
Of humanity bouncing painfully off itself
Leaves me hungry