Subtle happy

The afternoons are slow, nothing to do

between the end of morning and four o’clock

a kite swings a dead rat on the hot tin of the roof

or it’s a vulture, a swifter winged hawk

and it circles slow, breaking the normal cycles

the sun loses the wind in his sails by and by

no matter how slow the hawk chooses to fly

a lone eyelash falls, lured somewhere off the lid

and someone plucks it off and places it on my fist

now shut your eyes and blow hard and make a wish

but I can’t think of anything however hard I try

however tight I squeeze my closed eyes

nothing left to wish for, no secrets yet to hide

– a subtle sort of happy that can make one cry.

No writing it as it comes this week, a slightly older poem I wrote as I was thinking of my school holidays  a long, long time ago, as we waited for the offspring's school to close a few weeks earlier.  Home leave is always intense, and I have got by on other years by scheduling and planning ahead.  This year something inside the brain rebelled at that, so... no advance posts.  And it is about to get 'intenser and intenser' as Alice might have said.  Not only did I not schedule my holiday posts, but I have committed to an online creative writing course, which fits neatly into the home leave dates like they were made for each other! What was I thinking of?? But now that I've signed up, I can't leave well alone either, so this whole vacation is going to be one long juggling act performed by someone who is a committed single-tasker.  Well that's just an euphemism, half-tasker is more like the truth!! We shall see....

Hope you are having a great summer/season of fun and relaxation wherever you are.