I remember the time in May 1976.
Went home still just about tripping and wrote these lines.
As I watch a butterfly tow the sun across the sky
I wonder if atoms dream
or planets sigh under the canopy of the cosmos.
Will answers appear on the horizon?
And life as fragile as a petal float down before my
eyes and settle?
Such lightness leaves us breathless
I wish the thinking would stop and be replaced
by the popping of a child’s soap bubble
or wheel spinning on the lawn and a rainbow
flexing against a summer sky after light rain.
I watch the garden flare up and the colours
inflame my senses,
sweep through me laughing and dancing
as if all the craziness of existence had slipped
its chain
and was running free before my eyes.
We all seek freedom and long to close down the
heavy machinery of rationality that hold us
prisoner.
Let the inner factories
of science grind to a halt and instead let the sea
zig zag up the beach carving a path to the land.
The cathedrals doors of thought gently close
leaving us with empty minds to be enlightened.
I feel a breeze scooping up the land and carrying
it up into the clouds.
I run to a place of safety carrying in my basket
obsolete shadows and discarded words.
I write love letters on the side of mountains and
with loving fingers stir the feelings in my heart,
wishing you were here to share the moment.
.
Malcolm Paul
Picture Nick Victor