|“Tell me, what is it you plan to do |
with your one wild and precious life?”
The sun is out, it’s suitably mild, the daffs are nodding in the breeze…
could it possibly be Spring?!
I have a little poem for you, from the collection, on this global day of words.
over bactrian dunes,
Wind riffles water,
tearing the tops off waves
like some invisible giant.
Sun. Wind. Rain. Hail.
Life flits :
a plover on the wing.
Buffeted ; bruised
but not broken.
Life is short ; go to the beach x