An Inked Witness

Now where was I?  
Oh yes, gathering cool facts  
from northern winds,  
smelling secrets of the desert  
in a southern breeze.  
A gale brewing from the West  
tosses ideas in my direction,  
entangled with esoteric mysteries  
blown in from eastern shores.  
 
In a flurry all four winds fuse  
to tangible silence,  
a moment’s clarity brings exquisite stillness,  
peels back the techie blabber,  
offers shelter from a howling world.  
 
Thoughts flow into the pen’s ink,  
seep onto the page,  
catch the act of a thorn  
piercing a tough lump of skin  
on the underbelly of my foot.  
 
Mildly stunned, I hover  
between two worlds,  
witness a sacred act,  
bite my tongue  
for fear of disturbing  
‘the silence from which it came’.  
 
The door bell rings.  
Whisked back to the present  
I scramble into action.  
A friend hands back the keys of my van  
which he’d borrowed for the day  
to shift stuff.  
 
 
 
 
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