let me be blunt.

today's post is rather abstract so it is up to you to decide for yourself what my intentions are.

to do this, i shall give you a hint.

trust.


Rude Awakening by Dr. Christine Redman-Waldeyer


Today I walk winding paths to find nature
cross a hare
who braces in stone stature
and in a stare down dare

the wall between us
My final steps send her leaping
To move on from here is must
The mist from the ocean is calling

From the foliage I find her song
thrusting itself upon his shores
And in a sigh she’s gone
but in waves comes again imploring

The tide is low
exposing all her treasure
Gems of her sea kept below
jingling musically in measure

Those white finger tips pull
Those sepia hands hold
And the webbed feet of the gull
explores her phasing in this time bold

I find myself along her inlet
between two lands touched by her mule
in my walk to understand Hannah’s fret
and the birth of Samuel

So I walk antenatal with ghost
praying for a voice heard from within its paling
To be as the diving bird along this coast
who can hold his breath and reappear from sailing


who are you? what are you?

i know.

a hypocrite.

some people aren't worth your time but you pretend they are anyway... the world is so plastic.

one has got to play the game.