I Move

I dance as I’m swept along by the wind,

not clinging onto the trees.

Twisting along past those rain clouds,

going just where I please.

Those old roots are in my pockets now,

I’ll keep them moist and fed.

Until I plant them in the ground again,

remembering how to embed.

But for now I’m like a spinning feather,

light and catching the sun.

Dancing across these earthly planes,

laughing and having fun.

I’ve been that couch potato before, 

I’m not doing it anymore.

As when each chapter is over now, 

I know there’s more to explore.


A bit how I feel at the moment, with most of the things that hold me down in storage, I’m lighter, I can move around easily. 

We can put roots down anywhere we please at any time, we are not trees. As beautiful as they are, we don’t have to stay put, we have the ability to change our environment at any time.

Why spend life in one place, become like trees in an organised  orchard when we have roots we can move. We are so lucky, we are able to explore and make the most of life. Stop off, experience and then move on to experience more.

I know it’s not how life works, I know we need jobs, need connections and these things keep us in one place, but isn’t this a pity. I’ve stayed in places I love and that’s great but I’ve also stayed where I’m unhappy and that’s just not good enough.

I’ll settle down again but for now I feel a bit like a feather and I’m enjoying the experience.



Packing Up

I’m surrounded by possessions, 

some of these say who I am.

I’m trying to cut them down a bit, 

but I’m not sure if I can.

These things all have their stories, 

they tell me who I was.

They speak of other owners too, 

that’s such a big because.

Some bits are just like memories, 

they bring a picture back.

The chair my mother later sat in, 

if that went I would crack.

The books that line the bookcase, 

not all of them are mine.

But the owners of these books, 

are now with the divine.

That they scanned those pages, 

while they were here awhile.

As I run my hand along the page,

it always makes me smile.

The china from my childhood, 

which I ate from when sick.

Remind me of that love I felt, 

which got me better quick.

All these things are talking now,

reminding me of days.

Memories of the hills I’ve climbed,

and those that went away.

So possessions are just pointless,

and what’s important is inside.

But these memories are so precious,

they’re so much more than tried.

My mother shared a rule with me,

to keep beautiful things around.

The trouble is I followed her word,

it’s a treasure trove I’ve found.

Now the time has come for me to move,

I now need to pack it away.

But packing up these things that talk,

is like packing my life away!