Thursday 18th Otober

Time is lapping around my ankles like ripples on the water-

Gently forcing its way somewhere else.

The abiding breeze tickles me reminding me I am awake -

As it moves along its way.

I cannot look in the mirror -as I see yetserday

Peering at me out of the corner of it's eyes ,reminding my to weep.

If I look out of the window for long enough

The breeze will surely lift me?

Like a new born , with a million ends

I will walk when I can keep my balance.