On reading

On reading this book
I begin to understand something.

As I turn each page
I see how the previous reader
had taken it.

Whereas I read
and get caught in the feelings of the thing
the previous tenant
brought their pet with them
to meander
and to pause
for their pet to mark its territory.

On reading this book
conflict arises
as understanding takes a turn
and I feel
the path
before me
melting
into nothing but a series of
crumblings …

as waves
crash into cliffs
so it is

Time to breathe

awake early
back to bed with a coffee

opening curtains
gold oozes
a volcano on the horizon

with coffee and Stevenson’s travels
propped with flat pillows
I read only to find myself wandering
into Thursday’s revelation

volcano is doused
gilded fields become leaden

I return to the book
finish the coffee
look at my peace lily and smile
as I notice the surfaces need dusting
a little like me

white light now blinds through my windows
fields are green
birdsong tickles the air

Time to breathe

Included in my book, ‘Broken Roses’, 2018

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