Another Blog from the consciousness of Gared.
'Where to Now?'
Is it the question asked by the breeze
as it shimmies through the leaves?
Or by the branches as they shudder and sway?
Or what about by the pigeons
tucked beneath the ledge or perched upon it?
I'm sure these raindrops have something to say.
If it were asked of this writer
within this palace portico
before these verdant gardens
sheltered from the storm,
My soul would long for an answer
that unsupposes the question
with such completeness
that whisper of first thought ten minutes ago
may rather have been...
'What freedom this is to shimmy.'
'What joy to shudder and sway.'
'... yep... here's these raindrops...'
'Whoopee. Ah yeah. Hurray!'
As I reread this now, I am clear that I can still hear only part of the way 'there'. However, it's been fun fooling around.
Love, Gared