How beautiful how refreshing
it is one day to wake up
without any poetic notions, or impulses;
simply to let life be
without pretence without ambition-
without words
to simply watch the cloudless sky
to feel the head wind on the shore
to silently contemplate
that thin blue line where sea meets sky
you pedal down the track
without any thought of reducing it all to words,
to a smattering of images or symbols
but as you get off your bike
& wordlessly focus on the sea-
it swoops down upon you, unexpected
from somewhere- the words soiling you,
seeping out of you once again
'words' (2002) first published in 'Mozzie- literary magazine.
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