My thoughts are scattered here
Like the cloud cover
Dark grey
Anthracite
Patches of blue
Like the landscape
Screefields
Bald patches of rock
On otherwise green hills
Like the crosswinds
Pushing my kayak
Changing onslaught of waves
It’s hard to keep direction
I can’t find a story
Only snapshots
Of temporary manifestations
Whose inherent truth
Is as fleeting as the ever changing sky
But I know
Just know
Somewhere
Within
Outwith
Everything is connected
Poetry by Nathalie 