Face towards the sun

A car-park poem. (Got your attention!)

I sketched this after three minutes just standing in the car park outside my work building last Thursday. Such was my need for sun on my face and soul.

A deep, visceral need.

By myself, eyes closed, just standing.

Image: Pinterest

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face towards the sun,

feet planted firmly.

Wind blowing,

whole body shaking,

feet planted firmly;

shaking not falling.

Face towards the sun,

eclipsed by the passing cloud,

Sun re-revealed,

smile spreading,

sun blessing.

Feet planted firmly,

face towards the sun,

as clouds and wind blow.

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Jerking away from oneself?

 

Photo: NLB 2018

As I lay in the Ghana sun –

book in hand,

warmth in bones and heart –

I freeze as I feel something

crawling down my leg.

I jerk firmly

to reclaim my body from this crawling invader

who may mean me harm.

Only to realise in that moment:

it was just a bead of sweat.

How often,

I wonder,

does what comes out of us

make us jerk away

-in fear?

-in surprise?

-in disgust?

Lovers’ Garden

Wandering, chasing the blue dot through a maze of verdant beauty in Madrid,
I chose to cut through a grassy area, unlabelled and unnoticed, had the dot not compelled me to veer off the paved path-ironically simply to seek the grey dashed path the screen dictated.

Suddenly: a rich scene with sunlight dappling through the trees, lush grass and giant trees twinned like lovers greeted me.
And then, as if to reflect the trees, I spotted the lovers entwined in the grass, hidden, immersed in love’s joy & desire.

I realised love and desire had claimed this paradise before me.
And so, a quick selfie and I forced myself on, to seek the dot and leave these lovers in their hidden Eden.

Madrid park image