Daydreaming

It is in those quieter moments,
I find myself wondering what you do.
What vista your eyes look over.
A bustling commercial street, a hilltop,
Blue water expanding out to the horizon,
Or a light-pierced, velvet night sky,
Perhaps just your kitchen sink into your garden.
I always imagine you looking out.

That is because,
I too am always looking out,
Into the next possibility.
In the moving pictures of my mind.
I conjure my future.

I feel a sense of solidarity with you.
Because it seems to me,
Each of us is on a quest.
Seeking the assurance,
That out there in the hurly burly,
That is our lives,
There is one safe place to be ourselves.
A sanctuary.

The Benefits of Solitude

He said, " You should go."
So I did.
Cast off responsibility,
The things that could now wait,
Just a few more hours.
And I drove.
To almost the end.
The way was rough,
I felt some trepidation,
But also invigoration,
Because of the risk.
Then I left the relative protection,
Of my big, strong modern car,
And walked.
The air was alive with the song of insects and birds,
Fleet footed wallabies startled me.
The breeze played upon my cheeks.
And the sun danced in my eyes.
The blue removed the grey within my soul.
And the rapid beating of my heart,
Reminded me that I am alive.
Conversations and scenes played in my mind.
Bad feelings were removed.
And I felt the natural world hold me in its embrace.

Sanctuary

My sanctuary will be comfortable.
There will be no expectations,
And no responsibilities.
Anything I want to create,
Will be at my finger-tips.
When I want company it will be there.
When I want solitude,
No-one will disturb me.
The radio will be on,
And the presenter will have,
The soothing voice of Michael Cathcart,
Or the late Alan Saunders,
And they will only discuss interesting topics.
I will not suffer from any apprehensions,
Knowing that I am free to enjoy the sanctuary,
Indefinitely.