Action drams, cartoon network sap and town music filled my mind

I forgot about the sound of nature

 The secrets whispered by birds to other birds

By crickets to other crickets

 By falls to the river

 I listened

 At last my mind began to remember

It began to refill itself with stories

 From the old  central

 Deciphering hyena’s laughter

 And what the cider told the grass below

 as they softly kissed

Beckoned by the wind

It was peaceful

Peaceful

I’d spent too many days indoors

Turning knobs and locks and switches,

 And pressing remote controls

I’d forgotten how to sit calmly listen,

Think,

Hear the sounds and breath in inspiration

A gift

 Which technology tries to slowly make me overlook

As I you tube

 And email

 And blog

 And chat…

I forget blue speedos and staedler pencils

Black rendits

And Tesco fullscaps.

Merged with everyone.

So I sat at the water’s edge dreaming

Peaceful dreams of sand beaches and

Clear springs of mountain water-ah-

For a moment as if in a stance, felt it

Heard it

 The soft calling of ants

 The gentle murmur of the trees….