night feels like cotton
wrapped round my soul
solitude soft, spaces away
from having to speak with words to any one
and to no body
car motors revving in the distance
beyond my veiled windows
cattle lowing on the other side
below the forest before the mountain
brings back memories
the smell of the ocean by the beach in Jamaica
the scent of the fields at sunset near Goderich
the cool morning mist beyond the veil under Hay Bluff
night tucks me in with
slow moving
kaleidoscopic
thoughts
