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Monday, 23 March 2020

Gliding

Birds flew over, fish swam past,
wondering, was I actually last to know,
integrate chemical mysteries,
guiding a physical flow,
few distant faces,
faint beats,
songs played,
related repetitions,
oil paint so thick I could feel it on my hands,
unplanned,
re-learnt,
space, tide and time,
gravity,
floating,
gliding in the wind,
soaring,
diving,
swooping,
little glimpses,
into the scale of that which I do not know,
wandering,
I ask questions when my fortitude allows,
standing,
she addresses a weary crowd,
a beautiful dress,
shining hair,
her voice boomed loud,