to put the burden down
to say what is in your heart
to let go and go for a walk
healing

just write something
put words on the page -
scratching in electrons
that I exist
in the here and now -
it is Spring,
I see the blossom,
ephemera of life,
under the blanket of a white and grey sky,
change and the rolling out of the days,
repetition and transience,
nothing/everything is the same as yesterday,
breathe in
breathe out
the rolling out of time
the uncurling of fern fronds
the river always/never the same
the processes
the waves
the stars out of sight
I miss the touch of another human being,
ephemera