Just One Day

In just one day we can create a world
A hidden cove on the Island of O
An egg inside a tempest, bounded by walls of sleep
A castle of rain warmed by fire –
my mountain hut
Comfy as a round teapot
or a hot bowl of coffee

The O of a curly cat
unharassed and quite at peace
not bothering to please anybody
A day for story and tangential oddities –
dreaming up moomins, momeraths and the moon
A solo day for song notes and noticing –
allowing ambivalence

A footnote day – not the main narrative
Solitude is rain sinking into soil,
into soul…
Slipping like stories into the substrata
Go away sun – you mean duty and being sensible
I think we can do without you
for just one day.

 

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lindakerr36

I’m a piano playing, mountain climbing poet and nature lover. I’m married with two wonderful children. We share our time between Auckland city and Tongariro National Park and other wilderness areas.

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