Red Cone - day 42-Escape

Washing flapping on the line
a south westerly picking up
a dragonfly flits by
the bit of sky
exposed is blue
with murky blurred white clouds
stringing out across the heavens
hiding what is beyond from you

I have escaped the city
the building site next door
the garden here is filled with colour
therapy I feel
and more
roses thrive amongst the weeds
all that weeding yet to do
like meditating
and yoga too

I weave my dreams for me
here in the countryside
the country side of this and that
judgement good and bad
of what was before and what was had
and what is now
just is and why

I find most pleasure
in the sky