Just being
Fluid time
Fluid space
The days bleed into one another
Full to the brim
As ever
Owl hoots seep through open windows
A happy little churn
My stomach
Be present
In time
In space
Everything is tuned into one song
The rhythm of life
A metronome
The sun warm on my skin
Wind in my hair
My breath
Be grateful
For time
For space
To be continued ... what do you think so far?
Poetry by Nathalie 