A secret



I lay on my bed naked after a bath

towels and fatigue draped around me.

From here the wych elms lean in

to tell me a secret.

I can see the flowers are filled

with delightful anticipation

of being kissed by bee.

You could be forgiven

for thinking the ash trees

are swaying in the breeze.

But I’m quietly told

they are in fact dancing

in their joy of creation.

A gentle dance.

A deep-from-time dance.

My eyes are alive with life

and slowly, steadily

like glacial ice,

fatigue retreats.

Leaving behind fertile skin,

muscle and bone.

Ready for life.


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