"early walk" written on 22/06/2015

early walk
streets still asleep
 
except for the odd
restless soul
 
cool air, oxygen rich
from the night’s work
 
songs from cheerful creatures
ring
as the sun rises
as it’s done for millions of years
 
calm mind, quiet, complete
yearning…comes and goes
 
nothing accomplished
except
pen gliding over paper
stories, memories
exfoliating layers of
fatigue from the brain
 
as thoughts become
meaningless, irrelevant
and sometimes
 
wonderful