Small Wings
It doesn’t take much
to give small wings
to any
day…
a clear sky and a vault of stars
cloud bank over the ranges the
colour of straw
the smell of hay in the air
or Kerry peat
hanging from my imagination
see the ocean, hear the ocean, feel
its mood
before
the sun is up
get a hug
give a hug
have the sweetest kid on earth say
‘hi
grandpa’
wrestle the Hard Sudoku into
submission
dine well at lunch
(lamb
and feta meatballs – mmmm)
(or
pork steaks)
(or
Jess’s corned brisket
with cabbage and hot English)
be ache free
(a
glory hallelujah day)
read a funny totally tweaky bit of
fiction
(that
probably isn’t)
(like
“Fornication” by Macted)
and write something at least as good
be given a smile by a pretty girl
in
passing, for no reason
savour stuff, like…
good
coffee
the
sea breeze
a
passing dolphin
the
timelessness of the rocks’ stories
wave
physics
dogs
that think Beach is Heaven
and rightly so
yep, doesn’t take much
© T.R.E. 2024
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