humming in, breathing out
mindfulness, time,
timelessness a luxury –
no appointments on the horizon

an unused guitar hangs
a snapped string freed by a restless spirit
one morning she woke us

new and old, so many memories
but also somehow superficial
I want to go deeper,
to feel deeply

the future is always brighter
except when a storm is coming
then it’s dim and fearful

but today green hills beckon
a tree root has cracked the cement
and trams run on time 

photo credit: MareVeen