following the path

My mind in moments leaning back to Calvignac, Lot, this summer – a golden time with much-loved friends, daughter and time out...


Following the path of the ‘eaux dormantes’

What I learn from: these martins skimming food

from the threshold of air and water

the need for thunder to follow rain

then rain, then the uncluttering of light

the way the ash tree and the buddleia

take the space they need from no space or plenty

and thrive anyway. I learn from the evening

fingertipping the river; from the days

or the moments when my heart is free, is wild,

is nothing, is nowhere, is the world.

~ Roselle Angwin