Wildness

Why do we seek the wildness 
Disorder and irregularity 
Why do we seek the truth
In the depths of self-willed land 

Land that proceeds by its own laws 
Listens to its own spirit 
Protrudes confidence of place
A blunt force of reckoning 

I want that for myself 
Let me breathe this air a fresh 
Oxygen of the sea that brushes in 
To lungs longing for harvest

Beers

Early enough to avoid the wasps 
Late enough to soak the sun 
On the banks of the river 
The summer has begun 

Out of lockdown 
Into the air 
London streets heave
A free affair 

Beers on mass 
Like bees who won’t settle 
A drink from each pub 
Petal to petal  

The sun finds it dusk 
As the night draws near 
Times of sorrow 
We just want more beers

Trickling

The river bends 
Twisting between brick 
Loaded by humans 
Building their nests 

City smoke settles 
Yet water vanishes  
Escapes through shoots 
Down hidden holes 

An unknown world  
Quiet and secret 
Never stops moving 
Trickling and trickling

The skate

Welcome noble advisers 
You’ve skated this lake before 
Made the mistakes we are yet to make 
Returned hands fresh from the fall

Your impact will be instant  
Give us confidence 
A new found protection 
A sky high fortress 

So long as accountability still drips it’s rain 
So long as listening seeps down to our committed hearts 
So long as experimenting continues unrelenting
So long as leading is not a second thought  

Our success 
Lies with us
Like yours 
Gone before us  

This frozen lake beckons
To skate it’s ridges 
To fail or to fall
Will be our mission abridged

Your council we seek 
To get us far 
Spot the pitfalls 
Raise our bar 

Yet no two paths are exactly alike  
Where structures align, details differ 
Our route will not be dealt to us 
But by us

The moment belongs to this team
Who dare to give their skin
We’ll lean on your council  
Where the ice wears thin 

Waterloo

This brisk walk might get me there 
To city streets and London air 
I make the train, seconds to spare 
Find my seat and fix my hair 

The bulking trees of Earlsfield clear 
Brick top roofs of ‘Claham’ appear 
My journeys south start from here 
But I’m heading north, london is near 

Vauxhall means trains and not much else 
I’m here every day but come by myself 
Men and women of pittance and wealth 
Give it worth, but not in of itself  

Our final stop at Waterloo 
Sparkly buildings all shiny and new 
A city to throw my all into 
Couldn’t escape if I wanted to  

My escape

That green scent of spring tickles my tougue 
Why do twigs shake with vibrations of joy 
Freedom is joyous, oh to be young 
This sweet moment, stay 

Buds break from their brown lumps 
Bees leap from their golden pots 
Petals bask in afternoon sun 
Our spring, my escape

Mother’s nature

Whilst bending the universe to shape and form
Our tiny earth was mysteriously born 
Her breath became the wind up there 
A voice like thunder in the bellowing air 

Her veins cut rivers from mountain to sea 
Soft flesh became earth for the growing trees
Grass sprouted like newly grown hair
Sweat came as rain to share it’s despair 

Her haunting character defines our being 
Holds a tight grip on our life and meaning 
Born by the struggle of starting a new 
Nature is the atom she speaks to us through

Out of reach

Exhausted by love for those unknown 
Stretching for life where none is grown  
Scrambling around for kindness to give 
Avoiding the truth I can’t bare to live 

Simple happiness feels just out of reach 
A skill hard to learn that’s easy to teach
The walls of my mind are tough as old brick 
Coarse and red - substantial and thick

Lockdown will ease but where will I be
Still searching for something external to me
Endlessly scrolling for what might have been
Needlessly hoping my stars might convene

Again, again

Eyes fixed to the single spot 
His crazed gaze cannot rest 
An animal possessed 

Smooth rubber, red and round 
Weighted and bouncy 
My ball, his bounty

An object time forgot 
Days pass running and chasing 
Never slowing, still racing 

Then it’s found 
A glimpse of purpose soaks the air
Joy everywhere 

Again, again 

Tabala Rasa

I am Tabala Rasa 
Born in circumstance 
I come with no knowledge 
No previous romance 

I will be made by you 
Moulded and shaped 
Circum to your will
Live for your sake 

To listen to your words
Is to dance in the fields 
My mind rich with life 
My heart now revealed 

Don’t stop your teaching 
I will fail to grow 
Keep watering my being 
With all that you know