I played truant and took a bit of time off in the middle of the day to go out to the bach. There I took time to just sit in the garden, in a patch of sun, between showers.








I heard the sea’s distant roar.
I caught the rhythm of the wind, heaving great sighs and then growing still.
I saw a pumpkin vine that had clambered up a tree, but lost its fruit.
I felt a sigh of release pass through me, after the pressure of busy days.
I found my gumboots still in the garden, starting to fill with water.
I tasted kawakawa tea, peppery and perky.
I offered gratitude for this pocket of peace.