Expressive Explorations

head snaps up      step      CRASH! at my feet air rushes past my legs and silence long  open  silence my eyes move up slowly to the shocked mouth where the warning still hangs it closes toward a smile

In British winter, the sun never quite rises, but hints light, through cloud.

As leaves umberise and heaters click on - even as I know the movement is comfort, never regretted - I can find myself wanting to curl up, bear-like. But this afternoon, I'm choosing you. As cold surrounds and I find myself inside, alone and frustrated; as a lone pigeon perches on a freezing bridge; you warm me,  calm me,  recharge me. This morning, I'm choosing you. As the soil opens to evening's return, you focus my excitement, reinforce my energy and stretch  and lighten, as if unfurling after a long dormancy, to new growth. Tonight, I'm choosing you. As light wakens and lizards bask on sand, I lie, sensing us connected. You lift me amongst the long-tailed swallows and soft cirrus clouds, to simply be. I'm choosing you, I'm choosing you, I'm choosing you.

Sea, you stay so far away, but I see you in the stream's and river's flow to you. Moon pulls on ocean and swells move toward, away - endure our heat and castaways from afar - carried to you by man-made torrents and bare abuse of our onsets. Will  it change before it's all change? Crisis has come, but still we float on doomed currents.