out in the garden

I like to spend time out in my garden, mowing the laws, weeding the plants and playing with my dog. I feel I can think when I am out there, I can breath, and also I feel as though whatever was bothering me seem to shrink.

Out there between to ferns,

I feel the hot sun, I feel it burn,

My gloves shielding me from the dirt and my sun hat from the sun,

My mind races, and plunders over a sea of thoughts that race over me,

on this very hot, sun afternoon,

I think about business, university, life, death and love,

I think about clutter, uncluttering this garden,

untangling the yard and my thoughts at the same time,

I can not change my situation in one afternoon,

but I can change how I think and feel, and react,

to the magical world I live in.

 

Do you have a place or activity that gives you space? A place that makes your big problems small? Do you enjoy gardening?

Afternoon swim

Sunlight bright on the water, so bright, breath it in, warm swim, bikinis, Take a dip within. image source: http://www.itsyourbody.net/images/relaxswim.jpg

Rooftop

The afternoons are long, your legs are longer. Here on the rooftop. I sit at a wooden table, a chair empty opposite me. You make your way to join. Your butt fills the chair. I breath you in. And know your skin. It’s warm here in the sunlight. Warmer still near you.

I hear a bird chirping, distant sounds of civilized life going on without me. You hold my hands. My palm exposed. Your fingers running from my wrist to finger tip. “Do you feel that?” you ask. Eyes fixed on mine.

This is where I am meant to be, squinting in the afternoon sun, with you.