After all that rain

After all that rain
all this …
I wake to see art.

Sitting here
with the clocks back an hour
I’m in bed with a coffee.

That bright ball of wool
is being tugged along
by cosmic cats
leaving its fluffy warmth
to permeate the sodden
storm-filled cloak.

Mist curls to chase
the mewing
only to lose substance and fade.

Art remains
to seize the day
and obliterate the night.

Emergence

So near
yet so distant

I know how trees feel
as the sun kisses them

I see now why they reach up
how they, live and die to feel

So far away
is your smile
and your embrace
yet so near

I know how flowers feel
as the bees drink them

I see now why they blossom
how they, live and die to feel

So, your shadow
reaches in to pluck me from my dreams
from my safe place
from my prison of solitude
yet, there are no prisons
except for those we create within us

I know how rivers feel
as the fish breathe them

I see now how they flow
why they are invisible; feeling

So sublime
is this emergence