It’s amazing how settings can trigger a sort of chain reaction in your thoughts, leading you from the tangible details around you to grander themes like love, safety, and the spectrum of human experience. This happened to me a while back after I went to sit by a lake and spend an afternoon relaxing, watching and listening to the wild geese that have made the lake their home. The end result of that afternoon, was the poem below.
Today Today is tomorrow and yesterday and wild garlic and fluttering wings and my notebook and worms tunnelling under our gardens and migrating geese and sunshine and the lakeside where the kids used to bathe and mountains in pasture and blankets to lay on and sorrow and bees collecting nectar and emails to delete and questions. Are we people wrapped in thinking we’re safe? Are we a joke sweetening a mug of herbal tea? Have we lost sight of the one place we’re safe? Love is today and tomorrow and yesterday and grass for chomping and boats and weekdays and bike rides with the kids and what we say to each other and sticky-toffee pudding and everything else that is pain and joy and suffering and laughter and everything else this side of wherever we are.