words that are my own
Open that door and it’s there.
The pitter of sound on the skylights
Warned
The endless rain
Soaking the plants, the ground, droplets balanced on leaves and then falling
Lines of rain
So straight
Then it stops and it’s quieter and all the glass on all the windows is blurred
Not droplets but silver grey smudges
Go outside and the smell is there
Damp earth
Petrichor
a swift elegance
I envy the simplicity
the look
the endless legs
the heavy filght so close to the water surface
I awake and I cannot breathe
the weight is on my chest and the vice is clamped around me tight
I cannot breathe
I take in air and the sound whistles in my ears and
I want to cry out for more air
precious air
I can hardly breathe
Then I realise ‘I cannot breathe’ is a lie because I am still breathing
Its just not so easy
Lets hope that they clean up the plastic
Lets hope that the do-gooders, the positive thinkers
will pick up the endless debris, filling thin plastic bin liners with ugly, discarded, one-use water bottles
broken flip flops
coloured rope bits,chunks of mouldy yellowed foam
letting the sand, that was hidden, see the sky again.
Re-cycle it they say.
i ask myself but won’t it turn up again?
Wont it wash up again in its recycled form and lie amongst pebbles waiting for hippy mums, the well meaning dads to instruct their burdened children to pick it up and save the planet?
So we are all wearing coats made from recycled fishing nets.
We are drinking coconut milk lattes from biodegradable cups and believe we have secured the future of the human race.
We watch the salt water rush up onto the shore cover the golden sands then it retreats in pretty foamed lines
and we are cheered
almost smug.
That clean sand
not a squished,crumpled plastic container in sight.
We lie back in our recycled deck chairs and hope the fish won’t get stabbed by plastic forks again.
We hope that the turtles won’t ever die slowly again entangled in masses of endless net or that the silly gulls won’t fill their guts with random polythene scraps and ruin their digestive systems again.
We hope its all sorted.
world of words 