The storm heard our cry
The night was calm
We slept like logs
***
Waking up to the morning walk,
We met invaders
Lake flies – celebrating an early Christmas,
Formed a thick dancing cloud in the space
They tapped our faces as we walked by in haste
No escape
No harm
Just tap tap tap on our faces in unwanted invitation
***
We wrote in our minds
But the hands didn’t do the same
We sat and watched
We thought, got tired of thinking
We ate. Drank. Laughed.
We admired – this secluded place
“It’s good for an affair,” someone said.
“Yeah…and running away from creditors.”
See, when words evade writers, they talk – sensible nonsense
And they laugh. They just laugh and talk.
Journeys Within 