Lingering
The trail from the beach
Transitioning
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
A place of wistful
Beckonings
To my
Imagination
I find peace, calm
In a space undistracted
By the flash of colour
Or the dominance of black or white
But from here
Across the inlet
It resembles only
A small forest of brick and steel
Concrete and glass
Its denizens
Too small to register
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Amber gold
Sun wraps the day
In magic hues
A gift to put away
In darkest places
And there stay wrapped
‘Til morning comes