A while ago i wrote of how
i was filled with words
but something has happened since then
and now
it’s my heart that’s full
(my brain has emptied)
i no longer want to speak
or even write since summer has arrived
Instead I want to leave those jumbled words behind
and go
where wildflowers grow haphazardly in soft purple ditches
where rushes whisper by lonely lakes and white bog cotton shyly dips
her wispy head among rows of darkened turf
and clouds are of importance
where blue shadowed mountains are mysterious and beckoning
where the singing sea is soothing
where i can be silent and wandering
i will go there soon enough
soon enough
soon
