Slouched on his bed, head resting to the side,
Eyes, mind, full of that high tree in the neighbour’s garden,
Full, stretched, committed, no space at all,
Busy…busy beyond belief.
The Miracle of This Being Here
Slouched on his bed, head resting to the side,
Eyes, mind, full of that high tree in the neighbour’s garden,
Full, stretched, committed, no space at all,
Busy…busy beyond belief.