The leaves on the tree shimmer, catching the breeze, casting my mind this way and that. I have words circling my head, clattering around - flitting between memories and dreams. What did I have? What would I like? I want it all and none of it. It is all inside, cloaked in smiles. The sunshine cannot let the moon control the tides. The sea is calm, tacit; it ripples. Wavelets are origami ships. My dreams are beneath an ocean heart. Blue. Serene. ©Sarah Drury 2023
Sarah Drury 