Tidal

Inspiration gathers at my frontal lobe

I’m swelling, softening those hard edges

and threatening to spill!

If it splashes on you, I am sorry

but I can’t stop being happy for one minute.

I wait for these moments

I can be patient when waiting, but

when it comes it is glorious and

I don’t care who sees!

Let it slam into the stormwall

Break on the barriers and threaten the streets

Let me fly into distant mountains

and make flooded hollows of the bare earth.

It is wet, it is warm

It is visual, rushing to make dancing tumbling stars

and frothy spray, and whispering delicate leaves

It is nature, sky and Earth – rich mud and scented pines

and I will let it live there.