I am a bad lass. I’m so slammed with other stuff that I haven’t written anything for this. However, I think this piece from February 2018 works. Hugs and good health to all.
I look around, my mind is filled
With pots and cloths and clothes and things
The clutter that comes in bags from school
The scattered stuff the postman brings
A sock hangs off the angled chair
A cup is perched right on the edge
Fingerprints on walls abound
Cat fur lines the window ledge
But if you walk across the park
And head towards the underpass
Ignore the coloured painted tags
Step round the routine broken glass
Look up, a square of pristine sky,
Windwashed leaves are dancing free,
Nothing besides, that’s all I want
The sky, the leaves and, down here, me.
