Slip and slide over moss eaten rock and stone
Burbling and murmuring my song
Deep in the valley – the shadows cool me down
The sun warms me up.
Fishes and tadpoles and toads swim within me
Boys lark amidst me in purple shorts
Their girls dip their feet in me…their skirts hitched up.
Dragonflies flit above me
Bobbing and weaving to and fro
Summer passes through me
The sweet smell of cut grass and mouldy undergrowth
Summer passes throughout me
With sounds and thoughts and laughter.
In broken shards of light that glimmer
On my surface
As summer flows through me
Sharp, clear bright waters colour me
Ice-cold and pure
On my tongue.
© Kanthé 2022
Inspired by a school trip. Pen put to paper in response to a Windsor Writers Group task on mindlefulness earlier this year.
Interesting fact: We all discovered that mindlefulness is a tricky thing to embody when you are writing because by actually writing, you are by definition not being in the moment, but thinking about something else. It caused much healthy debate and discussion… and several pieces on what the seat feels like beneath one’s bottom…
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